I’ve forgotten what to do
and I should be keeping that
to myself
not to be too lyrical
yet I’d plunge
into a field of flowers
on earth’s fat crust
shake my petalled brow
filter every speck
of pollen from my fringe
the woman who fell to earth
like david bowie did
but with my luck
and if the dead do sleep
they'd be sleeping there
where I'd land
I'd land and lie
until the pleiades
start to blink their signal
that the time is right
to plant the herb
to cast the seed
to go home to bed
but there’s so much light
in this hydrocarbon wonderland
the night sky is hard to see
by day I’d float
on the tyrrhenian sea
surrounded by a haze of ghosts
moaning of failed crossings
gazing up at a wide sky
thin white cirrostratus sheets
stretching all the way
back to tunisia