Some things to dream of...

There are kettles and hairdryers that turn themselves on and off again
in the settled a.m. There are insomniac gas fires, blue eyed and
whispering There are doors with locks and a spare key beneath the plant
pot There are girls at night displaying bibs of pale skin and white
vans that stop with the engine running There's a boy who carves a
puddle in a Volvo's full beam with his feet off the peddles he is
neatly undead And when the sun turns up like a headlight there is post
on the mat: a card deck spread.