The Myth Exploded (Poetry)

For Andrew Logan

Alice wanders up
on the roof garden
among the giant
flowers that aren’t real
twelve foot red roses

white arum lilies
and huge irises
artful glassfibre
doesn’t fool the bees
but she feels at home

Artist in the cup
of a fake morning
glory for his throne
studio of dreams
and whimsiculture

Mocumentary themes
ever-curious
fashion-wise Divine
semi-serious
exhibition time

Factory-on-high
winged horse on a cliff
eccentricity’s
at the heart of this
we’re all equal here