O sequence of events
toss I like sand
from place to place
rolled and rumbled fish I step
steeped in a chemical sweat


Jump, Jam, Jingle
caught in an electro web
Trammed in cabs
to sink cocooned
in a bubble of
High Street house


From Dusk to Dawn to night
I dallied, wagon long gone
Friends bobbed like sea buoys
merrily flashing teeth
beacons that drifted
the time away

simple pleasure of existing
exhilarated and stopped
Paradoxical hands held
for the subtlety of touch
I and I as one
to rest pushed up
against a sofa