Fast asleep in my bed I awake on a sun lounger near the extra large swimming pool I look across the wide street

London calling London calling Do you hear me? A long time no see What have I missed? I’ve missed the Queen outside Buckingham Palace

Dorothy! Dorothy! Dorothy! You have the most amazing brolly It is truly magical Dorothy you can change the winds of time

The winds of change Another year gained Nearly another decade gone I remember Who I once was Someone totally different Every year on

Upon the writing on the wall Our words of lust did fall Our winds of passion never change Only to be recharged again For the poetic word

My mind and imagination is more than four boring blank walls More than a blank ceiling and uneven floor

Looking at the big TV screen How do the small people fit in? I touch the warm glass Pixels of moving colours is all we see

I feel just a bit in between The yellow sunshine The deep red sunset I’m caught in between day and night I’m a little bit confused

You want your Naked Poetess You undo her thin summer dress Her lace bra You unclasp Her breasts are yours

Sitting in this sweaty heat The sun gradually growing nearer to me Breaking records We do not need to break Airplanes unable to take off

The Naked Poet She looked in the mirror The mirror So beautifully clear Such a beautiful mirror

The man in the mirror has crossed over in time Travelled through dark and bleak times Into the bright shining sunlight

My beautiful wings weigh heavy on me I fly above this wonderful but troubled world My blue wings take on the worries of all the world

As I watch the big picture of the white rabbit I cannot believe what I see The white rabbit is trying to escape his golden antique picture

Walking through the grey dirty mist A slender figure walking through this charcoal forest

Marilyn Mouse Her beauty lights up the dark night sky Diamond sparkling stars She has trillions of mouse admirers

The deserted unkept piano stairs As I take one tentative step I know these piano stairs are definitely unkept

It’s the summer of 1929 We live in our American department store We are wax mannequins We are profusely sweating

I really love my tasty coffee My cup of aromatic coffee has just come alive A marshmallow sweet cute kitten emerging from my fluffy latte

I saw a mirror image of myself Identical in every way Everything the opposite way I hate looking at myself Another mirror appeared