by | Apr 13, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments

Oddenstein is my name
& I live inside your brain;
I have a voice, I’m so surreal
Telling you just what you feel;
There’s lots of space in your head
& I’ve put in a four post bed;
I grumble, ‘cus’ and moan a lot,
Someone’s spiked my wine-a-lot.

Oddment is here in your mind,
Look at me and then far behind,
He’s harnessed to our cotton reel;
Carrying the threads of real
Thoughts & the warp and weft of eternity
From the carpet of reality.


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