You’ve Got To Feel It To Believe It.

Game for a fling?
All I do is get lost in shopping malls
Open mouthed onlookers
Find me an angel of mystery
Cold zap jaw dropping
Magnetic covers reduce tension
While a six-in-one retro system
In pastel shades with floral patches
Oscillates all around,
You’ve got to feel it to believe it.

I thought you’d never ask.
The raffish inhabitants of a nearby
Flat-block and a gang of playboy radicals
Set up a barricade of fags, booze and crumpet
Mum dropped her knitting
Sleeping woman on the train
Atomic nocturne mains operable
Naked freedom
Flapper dresses and the lindy hop.
You’ve got to feel it to believe it.

Bad night?
It was my Alien Eau Luminescente
That cracked the code.
No drilling or fixing.

A.C. Evans
Illustration Nick Victor