went back in time
where Bowie lived
ordered ham salad roll
bread, filling, sauces
even the butter streak
strips of rubbery plastic
tried to complain
pointing angrily
woofed it hungrily
next on a bus
her birthday
having a party
but I have school
pass shops and bars
houses nondescript
doggies root
human style
trip takes a while
must be early
draw on blackboard
tinkle on piano
read, write, and wait
chat to cleaners
spot helicopters
sit in empty room
before hat I doff
must be a day off
walk to her place
only her and me
and a broken fridge
eventually it occurs
it's the wrong house
she's the wrong her
should be next door
or down the street
people to meet
trickle of guests
fill the house
tired of clothes
switch to sheet toga
begin a trend
soon they're unruly
loud and decadent
now a towel sarong
it doesn't catch on
time to leave
chasing potatoes
rolling in gutter
everyone follows
but unconcerned
that the world
has warped
out of place
tilted in space