Letters? Ignored!

Unable to afford an invitation

the creature shuffles along corridors

Between the comfortable party lounges,

Lizard-eyes unblinking,

Pausing to listen, uncomprehending,

At this, or that door.

Sometimes I am that

Confused, innocent monster;

Other times I wear incubator deceit,

A happy mask, accelerator shoes

And Crazy-laugh, dance and fall

Over my fellow maniacs

In the Babel-paranoia chambers:

Trees will be clouds

When clouds can be trees.

Big Apple Come-Down

Ghost-blonde, in green,

There, then not

In this Babel state-of-mind tower:

Brought in, carried away

By trader winds.

Is this how life goes by:

Vertical sections

Crumbling to dust

As a billion pilgrims

Walk by, not knowing

Their own moon

Is fast-falling?