"Psyche-Delia Smith And The Art Of Making A Good Space Cake"
Oh Delia this time you have outdone yourself
Just for this occasion
You have created another famous
Psyacelic cake creation
One bite and I am there
The air bubbles becomes chocolate
Melting into a plexus of nothingness
Bubbles pop into interplexing harmonics of sound
Horizons of vibrant colours pulsate like quasars
Over a dyeing star
Planets dance like fire over a thousand exploding suns
Storks grow from the ground and perform multiple dance routines
At that moment I take leave of my body
Rising up past the ceiling though the flat above
Into space, into infinity and beyond
Existing between time and space
Losing all linear perspective.
Like energy i am siphoned back to my own body
I am her and her me
Covered in crumbs and bits
"Shit I got tits"
The montage ends
The ride comes to a complete stop
Everything returns to normal or does it?
Bollocks to Mr Kippiling
Psyadellia smith makes extremely good space cakes!!