Do trees look different

Do trees look different

To you

Do you see them

As I do

With their heads tossed back

Pogo-ing

Wildly in the ebb and flow

Of the west wind

Demented dancers

At an eighties rave

High as a kite

On Poppers,

Snorting a line

Fooled by a placebo

Dehydrated in a corner

Little Jack Horner

Sucking hard

On a swollen thumb

Broken heart beating

Nineteen to the dozen

Wishing for morning

Before the lights

Go out

And darkness comes

Full of noise

A whirling dervish

Sweating feverishly

Middle-class frenzy

Vomiting an apology

With every misstep

Taking the image

Too far away

From the centre

Where the narcissist

Meets the nihilist

Neither of them caring

Enough to wonder

Why

There is any hope

For the other

As the trees

Brush the dust

From beneath

The lids of

A dreamers eyes

And the world crashes in

On a house party

To leave nothing

In its wake

But the faint

Smell of paint

Drifting over

From a nursery

On the corner

Where children use colour

To capture trees

As they are

Without pretension

Open arms

In hyperextension

Home free

Do you see?