‘Still raining, still dreaming’…


…That night Jed’s ‘derelict’ appears in the bed-room enveloped in an aura of light.

He slowly crouches and whispers in my ear:

” ‘E cummin outta dem bushes shinin’,

‘e shinin’ like sum black buff sun.


‘E donna wear no tatter and tare, no spray inniz ‘air.

‘E sittin pretty an’ neat.


‘E neat,like new minted craze.


Dat ear-ring glow hee’z a showin,

talkin mantin dat mooved to pierce dat ear.


An dat finger-der-tappin,

tappin tall tales on da-bone of de stick.


De walkin stick of de lizard man.

‘E ooold an he no sum trick wit de sky…

De slyyy lizard man.


Daaat iz why ‘e  talkin iz cunny tales

‘e talkin dem cunny tales to rayze a smile.


He starts to cackle loudly, his

white teeth shining in the dark.


” Dem not angels givin baaad dreams

Sri Papa. Dem baaad blood spiritz. An

daay needs a crushin an stampin aaat. “…

Extract from, ‘The Living One‘, by Stuart France.



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