Poem 100
A surreal short film … a bit Buñuel or David Lynch (Eraserhead was a significant film for me) … I like the way it goes from dreaming to waking to dream again, as you do in the middle of the night …
The Florist
She walks into a flower shop and the man behind the counter is wearing a human head in his buttonhole no when she looks she sees the florist is actually a flower a deep rose petals opening a series of doors there appears to be a church inside the flower burning down a dog running away across a field with a blue dress which occasionally trips it up she backs out but the shop is gone she emerges from a trumpet in an orchestra embarrassed not to be wearing something better (what did she do with her good blue dress?) waking she thinks of having a cigarette then of a man who knew all about how the earth's plates move and now lives on a different one to her the darkness slowly splits she pushes her head through into light giant pinks and blues she is back in the flower shop in the florist's buttonhole