Kit Kelen #890 - in my dream towards the shortest day

890

in my dream towards the shortest day

he's trying to sell me the supercomputer

as if we ran a bitcoin exchange

twenty grand

but why?

then I'm looking for best bathroom

up among the view

distracting

all a maze in-house

never twice the same

that's every place I've ever dreamt

that's the problem finding

every land was promised empty

look at them, look at them come

the luxury liner turns out to be cargo

or we can't find a way up in the decks

oceans across we puff

it's still this temperature out there

I'm an extra in the socialist pageant

and high in the quarry feel my fear of heights

Chinese in a way though understated

realism always is

that's when I call for the ladder can't come

but know I'll be warm if I imagine

cosy in the sack

and then I'm there

the two of them with me to pleasure

a lovely silence not minding each the other

it's cloth through best to rub

and here

this stuff's a thousand pounds a puff

jumps rivers

where's the word for that

the order of things is gone to me

all the corridors are missing

not just the stairs gone

and the last thing

too far

always

has to be the garden