BARTER TOWN ON ACID, A FESTIVAL POP

blasted faces 

& new morning eyes

search for bearings 

& a gist

in the humid bacon mist 

~

campfire smoke hangs

like battle vestige

over barter town on acid

robots in the rain

watching me piss

100 years ago

CAMPFIRE SCENE

no scene
my love
no scene

never was
my love
never was

no scene
my love
fit me

~

fight manufactured time
fight metaphorical tide

try to hold
the allegory sun 
high up in the sky

&
wish wish wish
the short nights blink spots
dangerously
eternal

~

gone now
my love
gone now

fished till dusk
my love
fishing done now

round the campfire now
my love
round the campfire 

forever
one
heaven
away

from alastairhumphreys.com