Flick through well ridden records
playback on its order of the nights
under pharmacy mortars
that were not spent in perestroika cell
Misplacing rings of clover hands
And It still can’t regrow the cult
still pickling in its jar.
that talk of miss Gretals welcoming lights
Dulcet tones of speed dial
flyers that could be the most Frequent caller.
Shall we escape the pillow fashionista
with eyes on stalks the outside line callers
We thought Puberty stalled and saled
on a cold shaved War.
drinking away its school day games
until the connective tissue number four
Films of a fall out from playing the two
b sides Now behind you.
Perish edwarian thoughts asylum
Regrow new shoots for the wall
As we see the wide arches of presence free Parks
they graced us with the headphoned fawns
Relocated as cardboard cut outs weep for
The money lauded and kiss the dirty haiku.