horological broadsheet.

Driving cats eyes from the salts to see a blitzed out town 

through nights ten minutes till the day lights 

to watch Timing couplets made of tartan 

music transposed to a transitor Diode.

Pausing in the tracks and With no 

mirror to signal back to the tempered circuit 

of a short manoeuvre to the side 

of a motorbike manufacturer of a Man

calling me to return to the safety of a 

Crooked Cellophane fish.

Emotional mute to your jump start heart.

No personal attachment to its imagined rivalry

psychological process driven on by 

the static forecast horological broadsheet scenery

White noise responders desiring silence

to bring about emotional close

As a western hen learns to use jump start leads.