Where was I? Likely scaled &
green in a great green place
I am green and I live in
green glowing places damp with
rot and monkey shit and my

hands are also feet and pad-
toed cartoon feet at that,
dropping sticky toe cushions onto
tree bark tenderly, carefully
I would step forward, sweet
syncopated steps and shit
forward and back,
just a little.

I know where everything is,
insect, curious tips of
vine, bird & shafts of theatre
sunlight. I can see monkeys
and swelling nuts and flowers
and I jerk along on unconscious

waves of growth, decay
and nourishment rippling
through the lot of us, arterial
ebb and flow shaking us
all to pads, paws,
little fibrous bug feet stomping

striding, sashaying in time,
the lot of us on the march
and green, living things in
a great green place, a great
green damp place ripe with
flowers & monkey shit.

starshine moonlight step outside
instruction.

pleurisy and fever 1000 little
girls smile into

pillows made up

in the morning put back into
birds in the

evening