So I thought I saw you being pursued
along the system of privatised rail
Caricatures that ran in the sums of sur
Are you as lost on those mean numbers
As on a streets of middle classed names
which could been as inventive as water closets.
your picture is under the arrowed one
And did you master your own voice
Or feel short changed with a coat
That stands to its own dune.
The trail went as cold as we watch
waists that Decline and as they reopen
Orange worms that taught you to learn
To bite history’s hand and slip the chain.
Three cans that move your games towards
The deck chairs of becoming
another polygon rolled tourist
that once tried to climb a beanstalk.