at your desk
groaning over homework
malicious maths
until jumping up
giving up
you must have music
it’s your bass player playing
sweet subterranean electric basslines
from inside planet Earth
on your bed
hurling yourself into the feeling
deep vibrations saturations
closing your physical eyes
opening your soul’s eyes wide
imagining
your mystical twin
a bass player cool charismatic
a world wonder out of this world
but you can speak to him
at least in telepathic
rich dark tones are pouring from inside planet Earth
minuscule dark flower clusters
like Chantilly lace enfolding you
a clinging dress the colour purple mystic
made from dream plum true ocean heart crimson blue
you say
I want to play the electric bass
making bass flower lace
like vitamin frills to wrap around people
like healing like feeling alive
he smiles
do it
but some say girls can’t really play the bass
there are great female bass players anyway
but you know they say
not really really play
yeah I know
do it anyway
you’re stretching
waking with an appetite
even for maths
Vera Kelgart (with chlorite included inner child Isis crystal) 2021
