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.