the promenade stretches along his field of vision

empty

like a school text book on the first day of term

the sky is grey the floor is grey with old chewing gum glued to the surface and the angry sea is grey and the fisherman sway like their listening to a ballad at a concert
the world looks like an elephant
& the weather means everyone has retreated indoors

&. the local council want to legislate the towns magicians

to follow a single code of practise
(precise measurements of top hats

from which they will be allowed to pull identical rabbits from)
& when the thaw comes we will walk in the wet world

down streets with human names
& and the kid on the bus

takes aim and shoots me with his imaginary finger gun