Soft Sculpture

I sink into a beanbag chair 
shaped like a giant ear 
but changing shape to fit my rear 

I swim in a giant waterbed 
till my back unlocks and floats 
and I’m seasick in the head 

I climb foam rubber stairs 
my legs hanging around my feet 
then I somersault in space 

My typewriter walks on spindly legs
begging me reach out and rap 
but when I do the keys collapse 

Claes Oldenburg offers a place 
on his largest toilet seat 
sewn cunningly of kapoc paste 

It takes my body in round embrace
it turns my body to meet my face
in pure and formless grace