Honey you were so short of a weight
At the start we jumped started without you
so I give you time and the rope
To loop laces the handle and raise
The coins you once wasted in games
Of throw And tell.
And if I return that first coin
Would you wish Your life away.
On candid apples.
Sitting hearing others ideas of heaven
As My eyes are four types of comedy
As I omit to seeing you gallery
your self portrait of hellios
Cast on vinyl of a now retrospectively selective world
As others come and go counting the cost of
Visualising the coast differently
As another copy of a amber dexterous mind
Lost on motorised Interchange arrives.
those careful worded cockerel odes
A Western Bourne noise gate
Reborn Upon a dual sided A1.