A day in Altz-what's his name's land

Tick-tock, Back and forth
Count your steps.
Waltz is three, clock is two.
Tick-tock,
turn down the shampoo.
The diapers and cars.
or maybe not.
Days float by
in hazy shreds.
Maybe it's the window.
Wipe it.
With shampoo. 
A film is on.
Without a beginning
An egg, some milk
a bit of bread
When was that?
In that place...
that big, big place...
Skoda is a crappy make. 
Ten coins ago.
Where are all the damned spoons?
Where is he?
Who? - Him.
Who's him?
I don't know.
Call him, please.
What is this thing?
It's all your fault.
Books are funny these days.
And the portions - too small.
I'm always hungry.
Tick -tock.
Who took my bed away?
or maybe not...
We had fattened geese.
And soft beds.
And real milk..
I'd like some tea, please. 
Daddy was so tall
Why is it so dark?
When is the day coming?
You're an idiot to vote for this government. 
This salad tastes funny.
Not oil? Soap?
Why are you bringing me tea?  I hate tea.
Take me home, now.
A shaking wrinkled hand reaches out -