smallhrs:

I dream Tragarete,
Fat.
Wrightson Road too.
Stink.
Full.
Bones of alloys and pretty,
shiny and grimy,
grimees and toitees.
Screwing 
In the kinda weather
that erodes bath progress

These fellas
Long and enough 
To complete passages

I dream Wrightson and Tragarete, 
Filling their guts,
with time.