THE COLOURS OF THE SEASON'S BEST DREAM
Senile dinosaurs wearing white
Block traffic tonight.
Here in the city we drink chilled smog
And eat pickled soot.
We wear snakeskin suits
And our beauties this winter
Look like bruised fruit.
Ambulant screams of red and blue,
And all windows weep
Without seeming to hurt
Sponsors of laundered teeth.Colgate it
is.
Smile now, smile right, pursue
The winner through thickets of red light.
The only trouble is the hole
in your baby's heart
The baby, oh the baby
Flies birds out of his oriental eyes
And his fingers curl like burnt paper
And are light like ash in your skeletal
hands.
A moon blooms in the mirror in the doctor's
room,
Trick or treat, it's blue like the baby's
face.
CONFORMIST
First thing in the morning
He trips on the one chair in his room.
He opens the window
And a teacup falls like a head axed.
The toothbrush slips from his fingers
And then the newspaper.
Too much gravity in here, he tells his
cat,
And lies down on the floor.