I get distracted Big city tonight At the periphery of an establishment I nibble a Sidecar Bigger things, they say Down the line
I spy the manager the manageress A glitch between them slips through gaps in conversation at the bar I breathe pepper The dreadful carpet Pickle me here I pick up my telephone Hello A lit match catches one drop of orange oil from a piece of peel No Not on time I am pending fashionably late as per instruction The palms of my hands are tight from turpentine but who could tell A bell sleeve falls over my thumb Turpenteen says the Scotsman of my mind
The length of a school day is an arbitrary measure but one I find useful I lay about with my pens and paper for a school day Climbed out from the bath and knocked up an ensemble The entire half of my wardrobe under a waistcoat No nerve for transport I walked the underpass Felt my reflection in a motorcycle mirror and sped up We are freer under a road than on it I say to the receiver and hang up