What Kind Of Land?

I’ve got a cloud hat and a trail of cumulonimbus trailing from my bare bum as I walk across the big blue floor of the sky, high, high, hi. 

I’ve got a smooth chest, hairless and white like milk. A little fart leaves a vapour trail for a paper aeroplane circling and spiralling and darting to the ground, pointy nose, a beak, a bird’s beak diving into the soil.

Categorized as Diary Tagged

By Gareth

London-based artist