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