Eighted weight. 

When you caught sight of yourself 

because you couldn’t come to terms 

And be at one with your eight weighted arms 

that would’ve Once flayed a fleurs.

at ten squirts of you must of known 

your hotter than a blue dye cuttle washed 

up in worcester with a train to board

A mountain in plain sight.

– can you scrub you hand’s of cosine –


In the throws of cordial invite to make 

War over love for two of everything  

From photo opportunitys too deck chairs 

If my heart was a wheel would you steal 

It and place me on building blocks.