Let’s talk about familiar things
unconstrained & exhilarated how we go
letting things write clear
after all that splashing about
no one can do this alone
it’s a matter of rushing together
oh dear little kitsch of dancing through
bound together now w/ laughter
we have at last learnt this is a cruel world
and we swim within polluted language
constructed carefully to keep us down
– OK then, children, let’s smash it all
what do dreams do? their joy corrosive
to the big conceptual mess – oh yes to
ordinary mongrel colours, nothing high end
but delicious too, then much more real