To find its cure within the subtext of
a measured triple second of the column
That wasn’t destroyed for the
silver plate during the fall
Book a ending of a honey combed extraction
From within the sand Flys hatchery.
as a twenty one month old plus nine
i watched the silence silo tape of the minutes
that gave escaping the grave meaning
To a fortoutious meeting within a house
not miles away from a locked door under the stairs.
Missing the map to unlatch a welders cage
whilst the conductors of seances
Operates on a high wired ridge
asphalt brawlers on the remains
of a archaic medieval cloister.
circumnavigate a strawberry dot repressionist
The dynastic poster of a shared love
Found drawn above four walls
and Leaning bulbs that light and explode.
Onwards the political stranglehold of the bound
Feet of one plus one buckled blue shoes
Same stories fresh pairs of rerolled brass
And printed eyes.
as the last flapper girl mapped out its journey
to the Sect of trance recordings found
repenting with beads before their suburban implosion
On the run Amongst wordless regrets of ivy climbers
Engaging mirrors and saying grace to the blue tartan.
As children stargaze at citadels of transplanted czars
Delayed by the red gates of a warm silken flesh
And a war that over ran the deadline end.
A recitial of numbers of paged recollections
of a river perfumed by self made entitlement
Bound by it concreted ego is restarted
of long lines uncut ribbons and ely bows.
whilst walking the abandon barrelled lines
into a well versed sobriety of flambé voice
as the dog meets and greets his return on the Driveway
to the towering rivalry of that Parisian correction facility
To be Schooled by a debutante seasoned
In well versed in Vegas slight.