the street-lights launched a brand new type
of tramline that smelt of pizzerias. behind
the road-works, there were no whirlpools
or hurricanes in the car-parking,
though dolphins were seen smiling into each
other with their lips. the radios broadcasted
we are all alone, flying over a city
that had grown as tall as the anemone.
it was hard to make-out the words from
the top of the tree.
i’m sleeping on someone’s floor tonight