Fingertip sun at sideshow stalls they throw the balls. At coconut fur that hides behind coloured shades that blind your eyes. Every child's mother holds an ice-cream cone they circle round. Perceived unknown by an eye that peers from a hole in the tent where no one goes. A figure sitting cross-legged on the floor he's clogged and clothed in saffron robes. His beads are all he owns. Slow down slow down. Someone must have said that slow him down. Slow down slow down. It's pictured on the arms of the Karma Man. Fairy tale skin depicting scenes from human zoos. Impermanent toys like peace and war a gentle face you've seen before. Karma Man tattooed on your side the wheel of life. I see my times and who I've been I only live now and I don't know why. I struggle hard to take these pictures in but. All my friends can see is just the pinkness of his skin. Slow down slow down. Someone must have said that slowed him down. Slow down slow down. It's pictured on the arms of the Karma Man. Slow down slow down. Someone must have said that slowed him down. Slow down slow down.