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 leads.