aDarkerMind

At Home On The Farm

at home on the farm

with my laughing-gas on a sun-burnt trampoline,

no paupers here

only big cats with their gastric bands

singing songs of pitted prunes

while the sand dunes blow their bubbles to the sea.

there is fury on the cotton buds

with a soldiers eye on a fish hook staring down.

there is water in my soup

as clear as day in an electric rocking chair.

she is here again

a lady dressed in white.

she parts my hair and a thousand seas escape

through the iron bars that block a summers view.

it is feeding time.

an alphabet of rainbow pills

to cure my ill\'s

to cure my ham 

to scramble both my eggs with a crucifix.

something cold is in the air.

it is in her voice

tempting me to run amok

with the blisters and the corns in a summer frock.

but my nose is blocked

I cannot sneeze

it is only when I spark

I dare to dream.

you plug me in three times a day.

A B C.

you left a menu on my knee.