- Vol. 05
- Chapter 04
Walking away can also be walking towards A mountain can sometimes turn into a wave The wide brimmed hat might also be a UFO your lover’s areola suckled on and licked.
Snow drifts can also be stray clouds A crimson cape turned into a raspberry jelly mound wobbling on the wonky table your lover’s belly mound her pale breasts.
Even this head – your imaginary lover – could be a ball of warm dough a facsimile for poor Yorick’s skull forever on sale in the Globe’s gift shop at fifty quid.
That cassock might soon become a shriek discharged from a ram’s horn exceeding loud calling all the deserted campers to play ball with each one of His ten fingered decrees.
Laws barring similitude and analogy strict salves reminding us how to be better or how to feel safe when everything has to keep changing into something else.