radio auto on a curled wire
Morning through to night acting out a book
Which is Now a million miles from being a film.
Playing with her hair dreaming of possibilities
For a child questioning Is there a ship out of here
In the other universe hiding within inside
Only inches of skin like a shell.
separating you from strobing dancing light.
Can you hear what the future holds
can you hold the old papers within your mind.
Twenty eight days late now , only to find I’m talking too
A pin holed empty fluorescent lite egg
A duck asked me to mind.
Sold as dragons but no green soldiers hiding inside.