13th floor elevator

…she’s there – in some form,

 

up on the high deck of a bus I never saw

til now the Redness how intense the flavour

 

of it is,

 

gardens! weave

between the jasmine and the flower;

 

shade, white shadow waive wave

air-thin nothingness, the spider

 

strings of Shostakovich –

 

climb my walls!

course the cracks of heavenly ceilings,

 

I’m in!                                   too  s-low …

 

to get the door.

 

24/9/16