i get off the train
i walk down the steps
2 flights
turn right
walk towards the crossroads
at pottery lane
cross over
walk past the burger bar
that never has a customer
turn right at the building site
down wenlock way
past the red post box
past the broken bus shelter
through the doorway that is covered
with scaffolding and plank
turn left
through the strange swing doors
press a button on one
of six lifts

take the one unexpected to the 7th floor
opposite is the ladies toilet
there I turn left

through the strange swing doors
my desk is on the right
just past the coat hanger thing
just there

I
sit under

the big clock
watch the people make tea or coffee
watch

them be nice 

you were there

you were there

in the fleur de lys skirt with the extended hips. the thing I must google.
six feet wide from edge to edge
in all the length of a small car.
in tapestry, but your hands like a mannikins mediating
the o's of your fingers. if fingers they were, that ever touched this earth, such as them chaps.

and the head blindfolded in a silk silky scarf like
that whats her name that dancer lass who choked
in a car had. I think it was in France. maybe not. could have been Wales
but I doubt it.

Oh yes. Now I have forgotten what I was going to say.
but anyway it wasn't important. and it will do tomorrow.

the night in

the first word is a word for yoghurt

the second a name for an igloo

the third was a kind of brick

the fourth was the symbol for 4. as in $4

five was a pussy cat

six was simple

seven a train

by eight the meaning was clear

nine a dinner table set for three

ten one that prayed at night

eleven a sheet thrown over it

which looked like a yoghurt 

which resembled thunder.