I thought it would be funny to pick a memorable day some time ago and then talk about all the actual occurances, imaginations and dreams - mixing them up into some sort of silly, abstract collage. Strangely, my pen ran out working this. If you can't work through that and my handwriting, here's the text :

These are some words about tuesday
Which I spent on the streets of Amsterdam
It's said there you can do anything you can
And I could meet a Stranglers appreciator
Playing a bridge when we hung around
'Till I left when he started 'Hanging Around'

When I flew up above the sky
I reached a palace of reds and golds
Said to be favorites for gods
But I only saw their washing lines
In backalleys they went forward
To rooms filled with folk playing cards

And the evening you ask?
I spent it inside outside the cold
For the rest of tuesday all-told
Was unforgettably fast
But afterwards I found
It a challenge to write down