On the far side

On the far side

A book full of words authored by a person next door,

Wool plucked from a garden of sheep;

Eyes don’t see a pig as a horse,

Condemning a pipe as a pipe;

Glasshouses appear as stoned houses,

Gimmicks, puppets, mimes, jokers, a constellation

Pirouette outside the theatre without fracas,

Ghosts survive through the wintry weather

Doors shut with quilts, socks, and pullovers,

Never in the buff to catch cold.