You showed me in your hour of need
Four corners that a holepunch
Would drink off a friday night free
From introductions too hypocrisy
The floor has never looked cleaner
The three stars are usual burnt on
Both ends of the barrel
It’s a reading grade scarified along
with the scarecrow’s frowning brow
looking down its hookah filled Nose
As Amity smoked and dispensed
Innocence Buckling under the weight
Of laced plimsoles
in honour of its addiction too horror
a by product of the sedatives usual
taken aurally to induce hiatus modelling
In its yellow vinyl blimps
As sleep deprivation
Is finally brought under Control
by robots of their own Making
itch what you can no Longer reach
In the restraints of psychotropic
retrospective the lost ward of Music rooms
with it can’t explain the stitches on piano keys
like Wire wool sparking those Cardboard kidneys
directional Reels automotive electrical movements
Those craning wings the wishing well
Generously Funding bullets for Gatling
guns and a mutual gain with pray it’s
Remembered it’s back scratching
Oak tree with rouge voting and
There’s narcoleptics bunker atop
Of a hill and a round about
To all forms of tee shirts that
Describe insanity filling Erectus
Camera less beat verification.
