Bank Holiday

I

The houses on a seesaw rush
In the giddy sun's hard spectrum, push

The noisy heat's machinery;
Like flags of colored heat they fly

The wooden ripples of the smiles
Suck down the houses, then at whiles

Grown suctioned like an octopus
They throw them up against us

As we rush by on coloured bars
Of sense, vibrating flower-hued stars

With lips like velvet drinks and winds
That bring strange Peris to our minds

II

Seas are roaring like a lion; with their
Wavy flocks Zion
Noses like a scimitar
Hair a brassy bar
Come
To
The sun's drum. Though
Light green water's swim their
Daughters, lashing
With their eel-sleek-locks
The furred
Heads
Of mermaids that occurred
Sinking to the cheap beds
Blurred
Legs, like trunks of tropical
Plants, rise up and, over all
Green as a conservatory
Is the light..........another story..........
It has grown too late for life!
Put on your gloves and take a drive!