I went to a cardboard cut-out seaside today. I travelled by train, which had it’s trousers down. The wind blew like Masai spears but I saw no ships. I did see smoke from where the birds took off and the place where cranes held little people captive. I imagined pulling the chain and the men topple out with sky rockets in their beards. I then met the fortune teller and told her what I thought, I put a pack of cards in my pocket and shuffled home. The train was a porcupine.
When I got in I painted spots all over my body so I would merge with the wallpaper. The paper boy put a reminder though the letter box.
I picked up a marrow with a face cut in it. It’s green tongue was sticking out.