False advertising.

The Harlequins poked through red curtains 

Only half a story of what’s going on behind 

the shadows cast by advertising signs 


the saling too secondhand serenades 

Crochet seas and vinyl masquerade.


You tuned into late for coffee 

there’s a ball going on of no return 

By the jockey’s photo with rosettes 

Of whichever way you run 

the helicopter Caught you 

on the finishing line.


The false advertising when the 

Sewing machines not black and gold.