Binges on cauhautre.

I hear from the pawn they spade 

with love for pans creation eating entrails

having fathered It’s sickle cell child 

that Sale pitching in science will take you

To the top of the pile of laundromat lab coats.

that can’t be cleared of a learing 

and clearance Promises 

Couhaute with demobilisation.

Binges on photo book of adventures

In soho stripped and tied to railings

the only Eagle a boogie and silver lady.

As the press Laps its land 

filled with green heroes for you 

to smother In the night like  

Players juggling air hostess 

In copper screamers.

As we hear of how beautiful gargoyle 

Would section other kids to be the 

Curtain raising King of horror.