I’ve forgotten what to do
     and I should be keeping that
                    to myself
     not to be too lyrical
                      yet       I’d plunge
into a field of flowers
                  on earth’s fat crust
shake my petalled brow
                         filter every speck
       of pollen from my fringe
the woman who fell to earth
                     like david bowie did
but with my luck
            and if the dead do sleep
      they'd be sleeping there
where I'd land
        I'd land and lie
                until  the pleiades
          start to blink their signal
                that the time is right
to plant the herb
                 to cast the seed
to go home to bed
             but there’s so much light
    in this hydrocarbon wonderland
                     the night sky is hard to see
by day I’d float
               on the tyrrhenian sea
surrounded by a haze of ghosts
                moaning of failed crossings
gazing up at a wide sky
               thin white cirrostratus sheets
        stretching all the way
                                back to tunisia