some minutes later
i notice i’m on fire
the rain never comes
it was past midnight
the sky filled with UFOs
i’d lost my camera
there is no bus home
everyone singing a song
that i didn’t know
air leaks from the room
i reach out to touch your hand
my arm halts, frozen
she tears down the walls
an insatiable hunger
the cityscape looms
one after the next
wake up behind the wheel
the fog is so thick
i’m a shape-shifter
i take the form of a bear
no one is impressed
a confrontation
standing up or staying out
weighing up the cost
i’m in a sitcom
i’m swimming in the harbour
my limbs lose function
the plane dips and rocks
the vast desert beneath us
how did i get here?
laugh and weigh that up
against what’s in the mirror
all our faults are one
my gun misfires
scorch-marks lash across my hands
i hear rabbits laugh
so that’s the story
have i told you this before?
i lose track sometimes