Stan 

Yes 

I am going ro become a street artist 

That will be nice for you 

But I am only going to write 

In red blue and white 

What will be your message to the world 

We are asleep

Our life is a dream 

But we wake up sometimes 

Just enough to know 

That we are dreaming 

Have you been raiding my Wittgenstein again

It is not your Wittgensrein 

It is our Wittgenstein 

I will paint it on walls 

I will break into the railway depot 

And add it to trains 

So that we might see my art

As the trains pass 

You will probably be arrested 

So be it 

I might even do it with the minimum of clothing 

Have you taken something Jane 

No but I have just spent time in the bathroom

Admiring my beauty 

As you have often said 

That without beauty the world is nothing 

Jane what are you doing 

Standing on our balcony 

You are naked 

I know 

Are you not cold 

Freezing 

But one has to suffer for ones art 

What do you intend to do 

I will release five thousand slips of paper 

Into the ice winds 

Each will be identical 

They will become tangled with trains 

And will travel far 

Some will remain local 

It is a form of education you know

As many sleep in dark rooms 

Have you used Ludwig again 

Yes 

What do you think he would make of your theatre Jane 

I do not know 

He might have said that I am a dream character

And therefore I can only exist in dreams 

So unless you are dreaming 

You would not be aware of my theatre  

I have run you a hot bath 

How do you know it is hot 

Touch it 

Let me cool the water 

You have caught a chill 

I will wrap you in my thick dressing gown 

And place you in our bed 

I will pamper you 

Pamper me

You have been away for a long time 

But now you have returned to me 

For the next hour please call me Laura 

Why 

Just call me Laura 

Return to your desk and complete this fiction Stan 

I will just watch the trains 

As they pass our home 

Trains are such compassionate creatures