Accelerated rebirth.

You starved yourself to juicing adverts 

sliding cold frames until the cure 

fell from another poire of your skull 

and cross bones to play a child 

When there were so many already 

Dead and buried.


Story’s to choose from heeled to bare 

Footed wandering into solitare the 

surviving baby boomer short of a 

tree to make a wish come lie with.


The asphestos pipes pill dropping rats 

Enjoying they’re final score days on 

unbranded medicine for this reimagined 


calling you on those Soviet Union hands 

Czars propped up hats lay hidden 

On the boarded strand.


Laced up by red square men avoiding 

the leap after other look outs went out 

without sleep.