Landscaping:

To glean your teeming brain // It needs harvest // Or will rot

[A docent- bespectacled, gesturing as she speaks- takes you on a walking tour of an overflowing void]

Sometimes this is fuel and fodder,

but it is mostly

survival always survival,

Sit in a dull room with a pen(knife) within reach reach for the pen.

To glean your teeming brain

It needs harvest

Or will rot vapours of sweet decay

Do not worry!

Simply close the door on your way out

And it will seed and sow itself

Water itself,

sweet homeostasis

A sea of fog rolls in .............................................................. A wind-swept Wanderer

Pastel-painted lilies float

gently swaying under Monet’s bridge

A blue scarfed girl scatters p-e-a-r-l-s,

calcium carbonate fertiliser

Gnarled hands reach out from my

Garden of Earthly Delights and pull up w-e-e-d-s

Starry N-i-g-h-t falls with billowing clouds

cold and soft

as carved Venus’ veil

The a-r-c-h-a-i-c Apollo stands guard, a gilded scarecrow

All as it should be furious quiet and

scratching quills/brushes/pens

Wave goodbye, now

gently turn over the sign:

Musée des Beaux Arts

will. open. again.

[The tour ends with your waking, the docent locked inside]