golly, the stars and springs
the splintery triangulations
split off and gone boing
the wheels and round metal bits
rolling
finally spinning to a halt at my feet
i guess a car accident
a mattress colliding with a Model T
a cartoonist's head split open
ok so i'm looking
but i'm facing another direction
hands at my side
it's only my eyes that give me away
their oops! - worried look
and my little reddened nose
but what happened to my ear
it must have slid round my head and
where'd my zipper go?
- i know these pants had a zipper -
and the hairs on my chest
and hey! my collar, my shirt, my nipples
i've no fingers left
and god i've got no bum
where's the ground the buildings
my hat?
i was just chaining my bike to a parking meter
and now i'm floating in
- it must be red air -
i'm a bar of soap
whizzing out of human hands into some sort of
scarlet abyss

i have this awful feeling that i'll land
with a plop
some place awful