untitled poem by Bob MacKenzie My occult fingers twirl the cylinder And hurriedhues whirl past me until My mind shrinks and I sit very nil In the great kaleidoscope's centre Sky purple yellow night rainbower Growing jade raspberry stone-grey still Flaming shades frame an audible will Deep in an outdated strobe flower Fill the air with a maugreered free Sound oilslick guitar bellowing cow Now harmonious obscenity Kodak raindrop feathers shower now Brilliant bright splendour splashed pure movie Free flowing kaleidoscope of our now. published: Modicum, Brandstead Press, Volume II, Number I, 1970 |