Jill Jones
				This is a test/ the decade Damp, gas, dusty smell of old blankets - How do you explain or question? Listening to the rain on the lotus leaves on the minibus window. It's a long way from home. Remember: There were long queues to get in drag queens doing air guitar. You couldn't hear it but it worked the groove. We were going to enjoy ourselves but I found myself with nowhere to go. People were seen to be dancing in the middle looking for someone like a jigsaw. 'Can I have a picture taken with you? I believe very much in your cause.' Enough is enough and when is enough? So, if I decide to walk home that night. under half moon, ghost of sun foxing the glass? Bus revs and yeeros turns, bread lies flat, a fridge of containers fascinating water and colour, fistful of tabouli, lick of grease turn the corner, grab the gate. And old Miles hung a note on the night on the moon jagged with clouds strained against the sex of morning a good groove, a soul groove, open window. Am I still sleeping there through the time that smiles and smells like fury, and who ever told you it could happen like this? Remember: a month of rain and the waves of wind sailing with no-sleep, worried as if a Royal Commission was 'comin' ta git cha' always known as witness XO - rather be a fine old brandy that smooths out the night. O tell yourself. Settle into your own little Milky Way blank out for that eternity before you nova hanging that little bit of universe. Or bang like a train, its old sidings rusty tracks early morning goods and revs up the timetable cranks up the birds. Remember: swooping into day stream walk around with a tattoo on your face stretch bend and pray every so often there are the fanfares a lot of talk about heroes and flames. The sky above has now got its right haze the city's brood of towers their own fluorescent flames of purple and red in the short distance to the harbour. No-one is coming to get you. Walls and screens broadcast the truth. A president's love amulet is the measure of all things 'the waves of meaning', on your knees under the gun. How do we scream now that I want to rock and roll everyday? Meanwhile: the guide does not speak English there is soft icy rain on The Administrator's Garden. Don't slip on the bridge don't get water on the lens. This is a new pen. Write 'this is a test'.