Blue footed gringo.

It was a good sign to leave the table when I did 

making excuses to the blue footed gringo 

at the stairs holding the door the manual 

Daily grind Weren’t shifting through 

gears of cladding the absence stood us in 

Good stead and riding on wind swept beachs

How many calibrated cocoas with wadders

On your feet and inches better scribe the 

High tide in dextrose and repair and 

dissembles simulation friction and carpet 

Burnt fiction sophisticated duck carving 

Raving to the badge on your thirst birthday

Drawing flinching in pastry and feet 

Bowler frankly great suit for a fancy dress 

Tarot feeding displagéism of candy floss.