By this seen hour I usually wish
to retreat to last night’s wildish
dreams of sex & incongruities –
those slipstreams of thoughts –
my other place [theatres of my
absurd defrag of other days] – I
will sleep briefly in daylight – a
flit flick of wrist’ll see me off – I
am a slick traveler of times – in
this hour I will visit other lands
without rising from this settee