play it again, syd
orchestral diamond cutter
finger painting the Union Jack
he died twice, once in the spotlight
twice as a Cambridge time-gardener.
The clown prince of the London underground
wrote tales of gnomes in the acid-drenched forest.
The peculiar leaf that tried to steal the tree
Lucifer Sam selling astronomy.
Emily drinks from a garden hose
spies that old jack rabbit legend in waistcoat
from the corner of her sunlit eye
down the dark hole of an English meadow he goes
chemical animal in top hat and monocle
original, virginal sifting through sands,
Emily tries, but misunderstands.
Lighters flicker in the smoky sound
airplanes dive in the dance club
sinister songs from strings and fair fingers
a careening, melodic madness unfurls
swirling in colors, swallowing girls.
And through the rising smoke we see
the pale outlines of 4 pink musicians
bringing on the 13th Technicolor Dream
the flip side of the Sgt. Pepper kaleidoscope.
But while the piper performs, his spirit
crawls to the corner of the Universe
to wait out eternity, like a silent record
that never stops spinning.
The last exhibit in the Museum Of Sound
is a room of stripes swallowed in time.
Don’t blink, or you’ll miss the Mellotron maiden
~ escape the liquid mirror ~
pursued by a black and green scarecrow
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