The Dream Shop

by James Knight

From nine at night
   until five in the morning
the mannequins staff
      the Dream Shop.

Customers sleepwalk in
         and murmur their enquiries.

Some of the patrons are very demanding.

They queue outside before opening time,
             pressing sleeping faces
      against the windows.

Last night an old man died in the Dream Shop;
    the Yves Klein blues blew his mind.

The mannequins dialled 999
         but couldn't speak.