A World Upside Down Written for no good reason, other than that writers need to write… Land is the sky, sky is the ground Somehow we’re standing on air, totally unbound Standing on our heads, like balloons so round We float through the air, the air that was the ground With the “up there” ground, up there is brown The air, under, is blue, blowing through the floating town There roots grow up, branches grow down Roofs where the cellars were, cellars up not down So we live down in the roof, ourselves upside down We float through the blue air, being careful of our crown Sun at night, moon the other way around Stars dark spots on the “up there” ground Here nouns are verbs and verbs are nouns Why don’t we food some eat, some ground round There’s more to this story, I’m just getting up-wound Here a dog meows like a kitten, a kitten barks like a hound Me, I’m upside down, floating to the cat pound Delivering the barking kitten to the feline lost and found ...