in my daymare nighttime

In My Daymare nighttime In my daymare nighttime I had a lovely time
Wish you were here Where running bodies are clear And turn into H20 And
turn into a rainbow Where all the colours are the same The eyes that
are their own organism March on their eyelashes Protesting 'Rights for
Eyes' One blink and you'll miss them Where telephones have brains that
bulge out of the receiver And Argon gas is a solid matter And nothing
matters, Amen! Squares are part of trees that sneeze in the harsh cold
wind Give that Aspen a tissue, Mildred Issues are dealt with all at
once by Chance and fate at a tombola 1st prize is problem solving Dodos
that have the back of Yoyos fruit know everyone and vegetables hermits
wearing a range of ancient helmets trouble is spelt out in letters in
the sky as freefalling angles angle by By ways are highways and
highways are Lowlays and lay lows are Heigh nos Jacarandas make
jacquard patterns with Beaks that are weak from pecking orders
Suddenly, every man with a runny nose Slowly walks past three green
lights and an Incumbent Cucumber who only laughs at Philistine
conceptualisations. I run with a morbid empty carton of memories and
jog up many stairs with a calculator for a heart. He asked me, I
refused and parted the Appearing velvet curtains only to be chased by a
rampant slice of fruitcake hell bent on releasing his currants. I wade
through the sea of potato misfits and put my fingers in my ears to
block out the cries of 'Look at Us, Look at US'. He reappears in a mist
and glides in the air With a fearful hat. The hat possesses his
personality and marries a fishbone in a lovely ceremony in deepest
Peru. I visited everywhere At once. I entertained scores of numbers and
Algebraic formulae jigging to the music at the annual terry towelling
award party. Then he waylaid me in a forest, he with the whitest face
and shiny black hair. He seemed to be A majesty and a majesty Two at
once, like Twelve strong flowers. He changed into a palace With his
face on every window, and I opened the door. Inside was sumptuous
icyness the chilling frost misting up the walls with his face forming
in every frost. He was the walls. Saved me from boorish eggplants who
were yokels and chased me round a non space. Floating over sandcastles
that don't die when the sea possesses them And the flags all waved at
me in unison. I cried for nothing and danced on a cloud of forgotten
cotton wool hiding in the centre I hide in the centre. Then, the
walkpath to non entity threatened me With a metaphysical cape flourish
and bade me red filigree patterns that knew the answer to every
question in the galaxy but none of the questions. It grew its own
pattern from the filigree to respond. Beads of sweat Flurry of
fruitcakes a present of a nice necklace from a lovesick creamcake. The
cake tried to kiss me and I ran in a race. Stools are all pervasive and
persuade me to sit down so I did and they changed into pigeons. Pigeons
can change and you never know what they Are beady eyed capable of. The
swearing fountain The bloodied destitute The Green Fox. The electric
scissors The dancing threadbare pretzels The swirls of ridicule The
swords of pacifism. The violent.