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Lee Evans, stood on the steps, too much to do in the imaginary world, A brass chariot with brass wheels stood in the berberis. A king size marble plinth, ‘smoooth’, his feet sat on the bed, the moon shone like the sun, ‘and the roof changes colour with the wind…sensitive to passing pressure,….a lump in the marble', it grew, a botham, hair, a bossum, Lee gazed into the trees, a lilting head, a straw in marble teeth, the sheet ‘curved, and slid from a shoulder, and began to slide, Lee 'bzzzuuummmm, bzzzzuuuummmmm', an unearthly green vibrated in tune, through the marble, his eyes raised, whomp, with a marble pillow, Lee topples out of bed, heavy breathing came under the ground. Mrs Alfred smiled, ‘Mrs Hayridges green room, flowers kissed around the doorway, a liana curled around her breast, a blush red octopus frond, uncurls past her shin, ‘he, he he he he’. Came from the corner, flowers opened, a filigrey of fine white hairs, led, to a ‘fly trap’ tunnel, veins bubble purple sap through the walls, a leaf rose, a giant green sausage, ‘um, delicious’, Mrs Alfred, pampered it with pollen spores, a brush, brush, brushing, came from the door. The clock struck. Nina floats in the clouds, the wind lulls, she falls, flump into her dress, ‘Lee, Lee, Lee’, Lee runs across bracken, across pond, misses crossroads. She grasps her hem, and opens her legs, topple, fllluuump, and floats, into the caribou head, over a lodge doorway and Mr Evans in a puddle. Canoe on the roof, shields on the outside, a stool rested under a door, ‘I’ve explored Avebury Avenue, a woolly rhinocerous’, isn’t it the wrong way round’, ‘it should have the stool underneath, the humbolt, 1857, a pushalong buffalo that plays- home on the range’. Mrs Nanar, just in the Indian flag sat on a tree stump, eating shreddies, and looked out, ‘ah, Indian Independence day’, ‘no 15th August, when all we Indians are independent’. In his ‘hos’ hat, hand on brow, he stares out over the moose head, hoot, hoot, ‘ah, the golden wheel, its for me!’. Lee lies down to read, ‘are you lonely’, ‘I like a woman, who likes everything, and everybody’, Nina picks up the spear. To be Cont…