I want to write something really rather great
profound one day
and then he changed and became rather
un-profound.
Do you like my mono-brow?
like Frieda
he needs her
what if I sew you together?
you could adapt
escape with me
from, reality
I know a place where the earth can be slit
and we’ll sink through
and go and run
through a wilderness of magic
where goblins may live
and wizards blow smoke
over unicorns kissing blue frogs
whilst I wear a crown at night
smeared with emeralds and roses because
I plucked a star from the sky,
made up an alibi
and called it life.