Farewell Florence Park

On my way to buy champagne
in the mid-April well-chilled rain
suburban sprites beckon me in
and then close the gates behind me

Cycling down the chestnut boulevard
(bowed as exquisitely as the city's High)
you ambush my mind

You ambush my mind
and my heart explodes
with a fiery flying ball of flame
that burns my very spine

Ah! William Blake!
You stand stark bollock naked in the glorious English drizzle
and you sing and you sing until my body fizzes
with an electricity as ancient
as the gilded hills

And a Doberman with a bass clef tail
boldly cocks his leg against the Eucalyptus tree
as a lone rook waddles across the grass like a pompous umpire
scanning the wicket for red-leather worms

And the sergeant major robin inspects his seven sentinel yews
whilst the beagle at the bandstand begins to howl the blues
like a feral muse
on heat

Yes! All of God's creatures salute you