Good Morning

I have never Actually seen all this, I just fantasize In theme parks and pubs, During an Alumni picnic, Or while exiting bookshops. Dreamland concoctions, Warehoused in letters After mundane names Inherited from A not so erudite father, I would have the blood pumped in, What goes out Must, after all be replaced. Lines and phrases Twisted through history This way or that, Like autumn leaves In a tornado of dust, Isolated On a sunny day. Sounds tell me That life has woken up, Time for cotton wool In kidney trays, Time for squirrels To gather nuts. They will open This sarcophagus After me, beyond me, Let the wisp escape the willow, They will gather dust.