The Fanch-Interior with Women

Standing on my head looking up at the trees and the sparkling sky When it’s dark I don’t see the ship float by nor the tsunami sea Upside-down women on either side of cotton candy eventide When the light’s bright palms and ferns come to life tickling my soles and I am able to rearrange the houseplants with my toes How much harder it is to apprehend the tossed high heels and the mute parrot high and higher almost in flight but I catch them as I carry on with lethargic lids that never seam The minute I close them my baby-faced muse pries them open with a seam ripper and I flick the light back on and then to annoy her I hit the switch so I can view the “Fanch” in the Hitchcock hour Truly, I am reclining and in turn propelling out of my chair It’s been a long day I won’t bore you with its tales I’ll just point you to the simple fact that artwork looks different hanging upside-down or inside-out or Cubist