Squeezed like toothpaste
into the world,

minty womb fading,
rinsed and spat out.

pillars reflect water
fireflies skate on optic nerve

sunlit leaves flutter -
wafting emerald silks
flicking atoms

Rolling sky like,
the grey and blue pushchair
became a cloud.

…moonlit, the swing sags;
lank chains rust, steel corrodes.

Warm neurons fire –
salad days and grassy knees;

swinging higher,
factories loom beyond the trees.

Cold neurons fire –
churning ache, reality’s breeze.

The greenhouse - plants
removed and pots upturned;

a coffee shop of stolen breathers,
the wheezy breeze of whining.

Tobacco tendrils twist, amber
sludge hazing sun-kissed panes.

There was a thinker called Hume,
Whose bundle theory did bloom.
So, what of my self?
A curious elf,
Alone in a unreal room!