Squeezed in decided ground

Squarely the distance goes round and round

Overly shown in a drowned patchy place

The lock on the dreamy door is a waste

Open and down the sheltered steps

You'll find new places where thoughts are kept





Make sure you're small, make sure you're thin

Where the width and the height begin

Fake is a state, tears on a cake

Where the width and the height take shape







Escaped in a train to somewhere green

Where window cleaners clean and cream

Taste this unusual crop that I've picked

Find future in things to say

Grown some taste and go away

Love's in your pocket so don't kiss the air





The make-up room it isn't real

Belts drape chairs, wet clothes reveal

Out from this book

There's a picture you can peel

But felty walls won't mean the pool is smooth