The spore final settled on its chosen
Post searching for ingredients
For nuclear detergents.
Swapping Ether for a jelly boiled ring
and rubber tractor in sand pits
With vinaigrette stoppers finally popping.
The hole in one guessed on the flip charted
Faced with a climb it choo chauffeured
as shorthand pays for ice diving in
Suburban yellows.
Goldfish Roll that dice paradise
Flip your digits to that new reality
called hitch hike.
As doors are slammed dissected
On there way to R n R as decisions
Are made whilst spilling wine.
