YOU’VE GOT TO FEEL IT (TO BELIEVE IT) → Poem by A C Evans

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…

And then there’s our Ultra in Soho (phwoar!)

That 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.

YOU’VE GOT TO FEEL IT (TO BELIEVE IT)