Painter of Magic written by Steve ‘Ace’ Luff

A wizard adorn of the black mystic hat
Was not of magical myth
He was a wizard of words
With a slung boogie on his hip
Like a psychedelic mailman
Delivering paintings of magic
To all of the angel blue’s on Venus Loon.
The Galaxies denied him dance
As his maiden was a sister of cars who prefer Jupiter and Mars.
He beheld only one eastern spell ‘twas the magic of Bolie
To all a yonder it turned men into silver stud fenders
And females into priestess’s of the stain glassed look.
Hearts would be broken forever and one day
And all became children of the spell of the Bolie
Was what they were under.
But ravished runes of tunes unzipped the poetry
And freed those and behold they became groovers over of the spell of Bolie
Strange of this tale is not one offered to leave
But stay under a house that could hold them all
So till this day forever and some more
You hear Bolanistic stereophonic sounds
Coming from the mound
That appears to be all and round
A place once lovingly Rarn.

*inspired by Elliot.rex
**©Copywrite Stephen Luff 2009