LionfaceA Poem by SaffinTaking acid at Leeds festival need I say moreWaking to offers of new vaccination A small square of card in my palm so green It takes a while to dissolve and swallow But what can I say when it's given for free As world grows brighter I'm sitting in my chair So sun starts to burn me a peeling red The people talk and I can't understand them Retreat inside me my own world instead Trees are candyfloss and sun is of butter You tell me I'm seeing but I don't believe Sky starts to grow as the trees all go crazy Leaves making patterns as their branches weave As I turn to him familiar features The figure is warped as an acid disgrace I start to turn as I have seen it The twisted reality of lion face And as we get up to leave this safe haven To start a long walk for music entertain I cannot walk as the fields are so crowded With familiar faces I try to remain In sun filled field we look forward swaying I don't understand what is going on here As toxin haze recedes lion face returns Then once again everything becomes clear © 2008 Saffin |
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Added on March 13, 2008 |