More tales from Medway

Something in the post (A child at christmas)

He stops mid flow...

That which flowed like a rapid river 

Of anticipation and excitement 

Has now turned silent

We hear a shallow knock at the door

We'll i dont..

Medway does 

And rises to attention
like a meerkat.

Interuppting this melifluous tirade
Of marvellous language

and excitment

Which he animates
theatrically with messianic gestures
and a manical resolve

Like a child at christmas or a cheshire cat

A smile grows across his features

Spliiting his face like a canyon

Making its away across his
Weathered and telling face..

and his

Muscles mold this manuscripts mask he wears 

As it erupts in joys
And blisful bursts

Of pure elation

Which is infectious:

And innocent

And beautiful

As i also become enchanted by the post

And the forbidden treasure that lay in wait

Jus to think carried her on the
Footsteps of respectability

 All the while unsuspecting 

another worker drone just did their job

On appointment by her majesty's service
And on time this jubilant jester receives 

his treasures

These spirit keys:

Which unlock psychedelic doors

That spiral infinite corridors

And stir the sensual awakenings of the soul

the kundalini snakes its chakral energies upwards

As molecular spirits rouse
sleeping ancient regions
of the
 brain

Which once were dormant unused
 Are now being sparked

As visions interupt my vegetive gaze

 and the veil is lifted

I suddenly syncronise with nature and this furniture and the fag burned carpet

Espescially the clock and that

Dripping tap....

The spirits

My ancestors

And the realms of theunknown and the unseen

Place that are conscious but incommunicable

My Shangri-La lays in wait

Comfort awaits
 And the purring of a satisfied heart

And this wailing souls siren turns to song

And this bluebird churps again

He's still in there despite the abuse

" Hold in there little buddy "

These which are forbidden  are bought under the nose of those who might think  such actions were not of such a beautiful nature

Instead that were immoral,
Wretched,
Parasitic,
Dirty,
Stupid,
Hateful
And
Tragic

But for know not one of u gives a
Flying fuck!!!

In a flurry of fists that punch at the air 

And rip the brown turgid parcel paper that envelopes 

The bounty has finally been revealed
And a bright angelic light shoots out and brings life and light to this room

"Fuck mine"

He proclaims to the heavens!!

Ive done it a reliable source....

3 strips of Xanax  - 1ml

2 strips of valium - 10ml

50 tables in all..result

This monday mourn mutates

marvelously making merriment

maybe more miracles are destined from this
magical mail

" Fuck!!! I think hes fucked the order up too
but has actually given me more than  i paid for

He also thinks he owes me from the last order".

This man is a gentleman

A professional

A grand high master of widsdom

Intergalactic psychonaught
Of the finest fettle

A man who will become in time
like a brother to me