Popping pink corsets in a German
designed Auto flash race to saluting arms
the occult of simmering pink slip horizon to speed
we submerge to get a rise removing bubbles
in cells Acquired from to fast a climb.
having plunged to blue spectrum of framed depths
rubber necking the wreckaged terraforming scene
And who needs theatre watching the spin drying
You made a tortoises heart race.
Tracking back to beginnings of signatorys
painted fingers to rehearsing bell tolls
numbers of twelve habitual tabled times
With no new leads to follow
along these wired pines
Only hope to find a inspectors notebook
sliced and stapled Across my mind.
spun out in blood of slow decline
smothered within a empty nested love
They Even harvested the dogs winning name
from surplus stores to tags of antiquated game
Of clone the dead parrot.
Handing rules to line the cage
book divided By two rules of thumb
above and below signal stitches.