A snatched glimpse of her show reel
beeping for led lighting celluloid change
The Flint house man at large in the night
Chasing down the door steeple chasers
And the benefits of blood Mary Conversion.
To someone already plumbed into the mains
as a dust bin divides a rule of grey tail
Retrospective of it cascading lovers
only old London miles from town and county Lanes
On the rubberised trail of now empty bed hopping
Franchised holders of a moral victory.
The look of short walk for a dispenser two months late
whilst watching roleplay call service providers
That feed the penny drop predictive machine.
as the strollers winter in a Canary Cage
Road closures and scribbled yellow notes
warning signs revealed late at night
An edifice of long lectures given
and forgotten Only Thirteen days ago.
As I sleep through the row z premier
awake surrounded by empty seats
So pour yourself a long pour drink
as the choral congregation chimes and Dissects
the curtained misdemeanours
of being left in a empty room
As a eclipse rises above
the white of the motorway.