I watch a flickering light through frog spawn walls.
The plastic man wearing tiredness for clothes picks up a painting instead of a mountain.
All I can see is painted flowers in a field.
The skier carefully places a fish in each pocket.
I plough my head in readiness for the sowing of ideas.
The lifeboat cigar goes out in the pouring rain.
Waiting at the train station for a slow speedboat.
A woman with a cloud for a head glides by – she rains on her luggage.
I swallow a missile meant for Mars.