places i have slept

under bridges on frozen streams,
in smuggler's caves looking out over the atlantic,
in abandoned lots 2 to a sleeping bag to combat the cold,
in derelict asylums,
in squatted hotels,
naked on hospital roofs,
the countless unfinished houses and construction sites,
in fields under trees with bags hung high to stop the mice from nibbling,
in lay-by motorways ditches,
in train carriage cubicles,
in the rubble of dumpsters,
in leaking sheds next to burning bins to keep warm,
in hangars under cardboard duvets,
in parked cars that had the window down,
in shop doorways that left the shutters up,
under lorries to keep out of the rain,
in circus tents wrapped in curtains,
in abandoned tram depots,
in a tiny igloo that someone had built in the amsterdam frost,
in parks and in bushes,
by hotel vents for warmth,
on the incomparably uncomfortable metal grills of bus depot and train station benches,
broken into lofts,
children's playground structures,
the heads of wooden dragons or the hulls of colourful pirate ships,
the innumerable floors and beds of friends and strangers,
grassy hilltops and sandy beaches,
under suspension bridges,
in hidden basements as quiet as can be - save disturb the family that owns it,
in the mosquito ridden glades,
in trolleys,
in californian weed factories,
in the cockpit of an alexanderplatz crane,
in the room saturated with cat piss,
in the room full of fossilising dog shit,
in the unfathomable pitch black catacombs of derelict friedrichshain,
on the steps of the great post office museum of washington,
in seminars,
in coitus,
in clubs
and in cells.

these are places that i have slept...