Transvestite Imagination ReDoNe

Woven within Reality so Fine

I get dressed up for Walking on Paper

as a Character of a Novel, long hair

Pants comfortable, shoes supportive,

and Thinking Cap. Hey, Reality, I’ll be Back.

I travel Back and Forth. For I Can leave

and then Return. What I do not believe

I can unseam, adapt, re-make. It smacks

of the Fine Art that consumes Me. I am 

in its Grasp. The Doppleganger in Cap

has arrived at last and so I re-Cap

embellished memories of myself as a man
with the Silk Threads and Needles for Spinning

round the Transvestite Imagination.