Creamy pumpkins When the land tilts Run north Leave the family You are the important one The dreamer The world needs its dreamers Heads like creamy pumpkins Quiet skin Eyes that swivel round like smoke Like turquoise Like bulby grapes Seeing Where others face an empty flat wall The land tilted and I ran south For not only did the land tilt the other way But no one tells me what to do I ran through snakes in the mud Boiling heaps of string screaming like a million boiling kettles And reached a woman kneeling on a bush in her nightie Terrified I leapt up beside her But only for a moment For she was beside herself And there was no room