Reve On

Dear Scaught's Brain,
Thank you for last night's
manifestations.
The non linear presentation of
the day's rememberances
tingling lusts
auditory foxhunts
shattering blue mediterranean sky
n The Small Faces
was real
horrorshow.
Thank you for picking me up
outta my bed
and plopping me down
in a creaky wooden chair
at Les Templiers
in Coullioure.
Thank you even more for inviting
Princess Sunflower to join me.
Her dreaming waist
n magnet thighs
strain through that bedsheet dress
and we sit
sunning ourselves
drinking kir so tart
n tasty.
One thing;
Why did you make me innta
Scott Walker
when I'm Scaught Five?
Dug the hair n jacket though.
I shoulda tried out his pipes
he can swoon a tune, eh?
Two thing;
Why did Jacques Brel sing
with the Small Faces?
Sha la la la lee, yeah?
Sha la la la lee.
If only I could remember more French
'cause I awoke this morning
thinking I might have missed
something important.