I go through my places of work and dreams say hello to the dead man in the armchair he says: I'm not dead and I'm running through abandoned neighborhoods just now a childhood friend passed high and dressed like a movie star behind her no wars or dreams were seen just a bleak women's prison and on the bus a girl sat squatting she undid her long yellow hair out on a meadow painted by John Bauer an illusory caressing voice was advertising some sort of shampoo and I got off to buy a ticket back
Mikael Ejdemyr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hamlet-back-again/
