peter smith

Make a Glasgow Festival. Stand on the shoulders of those on park benches. You are a peace acrobat. Tie string to pilchards. It is a play.

Women. Time travel by pushing your hand into your womb. Make your fist beat like the heart of the world's first baby. Do this in a park.

Make hygge beneath the M8, with men round fires sharing warming tonic wine. Wear stilts and sing in an otter's voice. Sweden will hear us.

And so this is cider. The weak and the strong. Sleep in a bin. Shoot peace bullets at the moon with your heart. War is owls. If you want it.

Write #FakeNews. Sea monsters collect beer mats. Pudding suppers hide black holes to other worlds. Yet all true when guns are spun from wool

Ice cream van chimes are the music of birth. Gather cats and feed them through the serving hatch as you order a 99. They will sing truth.