Surreal

1

Met him on a Friday at Barefoot greens

Musical cloud, Galle road- clean

I'm down, said he

Dark skies, clean air

Tell me, talk to me about art, read me your poetry, said he

Talked about mars missions, ambiguity, ambitions

Empathy, entropy, Saul Williams, fractals and union

2

Sing- andrew bird sing

Whilst we make sweet love sing

Whilst we exist and our

Existence melts, into this- chamber piece

Inti this- blue and green, into this- way of being, into amphetamines

Divine deep beautiful

Lines seep continually

To share with each other

3

He he he he tells me

tells me friends can be lovers

I tell him lovers can be friends

This love is so real/ surreal

Lalala

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Only takes a guitar to change his mind