I’m a time traveller unraveling my own head
Bathing my feet again missing the points
Jumping skipping rope lines
Nouns and ents whistle whilst you trace by
room numbers left noted down in a cocktail bar
Franklin machine postcards sent.
Whilst We’re all Just waiting for flags down the line.
I see the cave where monkeys flip dice
grateful received and cautionary tales stiched by mice
that sailed away in paper boats to see a world
without ever really leaving
viewing a string to tie lantern bags
to simulates stars
in orange light clouds of perfume.