Sit down, let me do it for you. I will
paint your eight foot forehead
on the empty billboard, flick freckles
on with bristles and gather buckets
of cement to make your shoulders.
I can sculpt your eyes out of the wheels
of delivery trucks, surround them with glasses
frames made out of pork pie crust and mustard.
There are plenty of fallen leaves and twigs
for us to make homes for the birds you feed,
a place for them to sing about
how your dashboard sized hands
are softer than a white loaf you know not to give.
Advertise your brand on this roundabout,
let people see every side of you,
if you’re ready.

© Carl Burkitt 2022