Cornflower skink walks the evening
wall, curtain closed, chimes
on the other side. Can go there, just have
to go there. Future different
when it arrives. Hen who dreamt
she could fly. Trying to have sex
and eat donuts. To tell if he's breathing
jumps off the roof. Thing space,
where sound and ear come together.
Here the group met, sat the walls, spoke
only when trolley snarled by,
from nowhere, to nowhere. He likes her
with pear hanging from her mouth.
Who thinks all his thoughts?