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.