Filthy is never a cliche when growing
A short handed spy you think
You dream and then You write
ego checked in and chained out.
line it up to the numbered Parallel
that can’t hide from the final days
Of spinning three minute diarys.
one till four a future you can’t predict
Based on ancient textiles and ashen faces
Found near thistles and imperial ruins
like a Phoenix that they brought a level
to a snubbed nosed flame.
a Trojan horse called in for ordinance ride
back to the silk that’s been strung
Since a dragons first bowl dance.
Unlight silos as a fused fibula made in a crypt
a rocket and we alight and with litmus test rules
that sits on a heirloom desk of a poire keeper of the peace
We’re all subjugated by rules even a tailor who once made
A weave and caught a flying fish in a haven By the sea.
Clear touched blue papered eights on
ambiguous glass house the chain belted chained
belittled borrower mouse pens and expression
bound and wired of a scene never extinguished
cross nailed railed and enlivened.
Cups you can hold whilst Diving in pressure chambers
to break corseted barbs of a durable scratch
Bouncing back to a committee made amongst trees
Set to a life of why would I need a umbrella
the with a hat to screen me.
Unlight silos as they fused fibula made in the crypt
a rocket we alight and with litmus test Rules
that sits on heirloom desk of a forgotten poire keeper of the peace
were all subjugated by rules even a tailor who once made
A weave and a caught fish flying in a haven By the sea.