Heads or sails the cutty broke lose
around the Islay flames of valentines
whilst story telling the short shrift
cooper plated the thoughts of that girl.
Ocean Shanty bringing drinks out
Seeing shrinking life clapping sauce.
I’m on a platform called thirteen in the delayed
cold front looking out for the harboured whale
price of a tidal return of flowers to the waves.
What to ask the radio when you’ve folded
time one handed and much ado about camera
watching your winged feet.
Matrimony a painting i couldn’t read
so write of lifeless lizards
That couldn’t have swum without the sun.