Baby

What are you dreaming about, baby,
as you sleep in that stroller?
Perhaps, you dream of past lives
when you were a king.
 Or, maybe,
of the life you lived as a cat that was crushed by a car.
and reborn a Chinese poet who wrote about rivers and love;
who died in a war forgotten about in history books?

Do you dream of a time
when the blueness of your garments
is replaced by the blueness of your spirit?
 
Could it be that you're not dreaming at all
 that you are just sleeping?

Cheering Up the Bunnies

 Asparagus soup pours from the sky.
The bunnies weep.
Mermaids sing the ocean blue.
An old steam train goes through a tunnel,
and then off a cliff.

Oh! Daffodils, daffodils, daffodils.
Let us go then you and I,
in a pea green sailing boat,
across this asparagus soup pond.
That should cheer the bunnies up.

Out Front of Cabramatta Library

Location: Out front of Cabramatta library
Medium: Yoghurt
Artist: Unknown.

The blue and white object is the yoghurt container that the artist used to create his/her artistic statement. I'm reading said statement as 'S S Fuck U'. I am guessing that S S are somebody's initials. Somebody whom the artist loves and hates. Notice the gap between the first and second 'S' - a gap big enough include an 'O' (Orgasm, Death, Nothingness) 'S O S Fuck you'. What does this absent - present pseudo ghost trace say about the relationship between the artist and S S? Could it be a case of some uncanny Freudian 'Fort- Da' folly?

It has since rained. The yoghurt graffiti would have been washed away. Only the empty yoghurt tube would remain (unless disposed of by a cleaner) - a standalone silent signifier of a greatness gone - like that of the statue of Ozymandias and Liberty ("You finally went ahead and did it! You bastards!)

Oh stranger artist
at what point
did you decide
to stop eating your yoghurt
and use it as tool
of torment against S S?
Or did you indeed
buy it for that purpose?