Simulate stars.

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.