Four bidets fruit.

Crossing platform wires with double 

dutch prompt response flying with fish 

angling in embers of subconscious 

whilst sleep deprivation sets in already 

frayed indigo mind

looking up translation security warnings 

with wits kept about thesaurus 

Portuguese fleshing eating 

necromancer flag waving so

Red its inimitable bare rooted 

floating around tanks of solidarity 

Walking in showers and coming 

Out looking worse than a 

Beach goat being throated

pressurised treated for vulnerability

Waiting for pieces of eigths 

To replay paper bull Sorbet 

fighting off concepts of 

Accepting the social 

conditioning affixed 

At dawn.