LIKE A
Drifting off kaleidoscoping into
dreams
with ever increasing decreasing patterns
The orchids wave gently in the
artificial air
Waking from a deep sleep I start
to communicate
like a mad thing my eyes the
size of saucers
My dentures clamped tightly to
my tongue
After dark my teeth begin to
chatter
By the next day there’s no
stopping me
I’m talking for Blackpool
barking up the tower
Signing copies of someone else’s book
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Signing copies of someone else’s book
