Ten Stylists couldn’t reframe portraits
of a shuttle landing any better
the damage Of a door steeped in soapbox story
A vine became a turquoise sea hotter Than
a hot rod making record time to rock around the clock.
Hits are a six that left the ground
there’s a bet in the interchange Regency city.
that the of eight diamonds were nine
buried in a deserted line
of a silent movie on a numbered ship
Sevens are imported automobiles
racing around a newly built comic stripped for
Tea served on paperless planes.
Missing being in candid stripes to dye your hair
eights Belles ringing on trees
mirror ball sailing from the scene
reduced to rubble into three
A unfinished story at nine
crackle and props the speed of light
Making it out of a frozen sound.
A radio Callers name now Blanked out
on the editorials say so you all Cheated death
a relayed call from Sputnik one
Rehearsal escape from the door
Magnet chain set for a repetitive year.
Righting what’s left of a weighted Cerebral hemisphere
angry Letter exchange late on the tiles at night
As the signs revolve around a recreationist
And a hole made in the rose hip sky.
As we strive to fill those big lizard little lizard boot prints
that did it all before a orbital atmospheric entry
stretching out across a new loom
Laying your diamond cards out on a table.
Dialing A Dialing U Dialing S Dialing T Dialing E Dialing N
If your Jane I won’t reply they didn’t have phones then.