A giant slug in 1950’s spectacles sits opposite me
A small orange car passes on the table top
There’s an initial burst of euphoria, then
A cloud of bright pixels gathers around the face of the slug
My pizza is crying

My breathy attitudes and postures
Feel like yellow elephants laughing in a room
And outside I see some palm trees
Running past the window, their arms flailing

Daddy has pink ice-cream all over his face
Two black hippos are screaming
As they’re eating a pile of neon green lemons
And I’m standing outside of me and you again

A Chameleon licks its eyeball and eats KFC
The postal service, are all on drugs
I feel like a frankfurter
Or like a poet on a leopard
When I’m riding a leopard to the Philippines

My pizza won’t stop crying