cosmo sheldrake
sailing seas
in bathtubs green
to grimy shores
waging war
to wade in fours
and sway off course
scream and shout
trickle down and out
i'll build a home at sea
squeeze a right hand foot
into a left hand shoe
eat your words
the first and third should taste of you
hide the mountain from the molehill man
let it go
dig a hole to hide the seeds in
make them grow
pick a fruit and make the wind blow back to you