Previous occupant flattened mock Georgian chair,
left extra large trousers and loud shirts in there.
Ponderously probing, short stubby fingers
could not find them.
Wallpaper stretched; hunting scenes depicts
elongated wretched fox, fangs of hunting dogs
that repeated forever.
Glass of light bulb re-blown to flood his frame.
On bedside table solitary button remained
pinged from his collar, unwilling to be fastened.
His was an expanding world,
nebulous and full of rich veined arterial trails coursing,
soft, sensual, pumped up, fleshy highways.
He always carried with him a ship in a bottle,
fragile, in full sail and marvelled
how such a thing was constrained and held in place,
like the sky overhead in his imagination,
when he was a small child.