Dream Poem 17: 
Part 1
Inspection in the classroom
Inspection in the kitchen
Inspection in the Georgian house of wide and deep proportions
The light of turquoise and white
The social situations of awkwardness and tongue tied crossness.
Part 2
Her caustic, demented lover.
S_ that enigma of a woman who is now a man.
On a bike with a porcelain toilet full of water
Cycling round Leeds.
There are many road blocks and bollards and diversions, it’s quite difficult to travel.
In a rooming house, a student house.
Its dark, always dark – semi light.
The police are out there has been an explosion at the university.
A policeman is arriving –
Move road blocks and cordons and redirections several times on the bike
Going round Leeds Civic building – always semi darkens like dawn or dusk
On the bike.


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