Green Place In My Head
...
Green place on my way
Makes me forget
About Carnevale in my head
And See Change
In the future
On Central Point
With No Entry
Near Hills Meadow Car Park for twenty
For every hour
Long as Ashley Charles multiple award-winning
For keeping a secret
As the best guarded Field Seymour Parkes
And ‘Collected by car’ KerryFresh
To the usually full Arch Guest House
And even London Street Barber Shop
Took it as a joke
In the middle of the street
Where people in Ajilon House used to live
On the highest level
Where only birds and planes are allowed to change the weather
And Hand Car Wash ‘Alberto’
Removes our sins transforming it into the next splendid hairdo
With the Rainbow colours illumination
Bringing the constant liberation
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9 January 2014
revised on 2 May 2021
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Sometimes I use names to create. That's one of the poems containing it.
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