by Samuel Derrick Rosen

Automatons whisper
The strangeness of beauty
They hang from their language
And admit no decay
Misty-eyed inamoratas
From an accidental age
Declare they want to die
Like Judy Garland onstage
In front of a thousand clowns
Who is anyone to deny them?
Poets throw themselves
Through plate-glass windows
Or write telephone directories

Some dapper Byronic agent
Of the old equilibrium
Afflicted by the colour orange
Declares love a merchant
Bequeaths gifts to the hangman
Watch chrysanthemums
Lose consciousness
Dreams vaginas are not flowers
But that flowers are vaginas
Pictures impossible cities
Subtle hints to rabbit trails
Self-help manuals
Written by Philip K Dick.