Yes. Hot dust! on too warm Corn Du
And dry grass, and from Pen y Fan they slung stone paths
as party streamers down towards the A470.
At the site I know that there are tents that were pitched
with a slapdash attitude towards guy lines.
I think about my scrupulous pegging out, and watch the sky,
and feel the wind rise.
Descending, babe, I know that this is sublime.
As Brian is always saying when he’s half cut. It is here
(or places like this)
where there is a great reservoir of heavy meaning
concealed beneath desert green, or down valley.
But babe, it is too much, this hot green thrusting
up and in. And this is too much meaning for me. Oh Woe.
I don’t know the names of the trees or the plants
Babe, it's like Brian said, but I don’t want this.