flaming hats representing
obsolete Realism of its tuppenced birth
The exchanged context that lays Scattered across
the tiled floor littered with wreaths
made with of libertied pamphlets
The dream of rewrapping and rolling well flogged gum.
Over the cables and past the sty
forget me not forgers amongst picket line
Forraging in Ponds for newt and ton Of invisible men
on Solarised work bench Slapping backs braced
mobiles above children’s nightlife eyes.
The grand leaving sweethearts as signs
Too its Pact with pillared objectivity
To the right of privacy as curtains are pulled
As paper flowers Inked tears held within skin.
Lemon Stool Gulls enabled to land on
promenade a Photographic core
of its complex sin and tinflection.
Pull a man farthing from the Buick
Stamped out truth lies down
Thespiano of a twitching morality.