whenever Hemji owls hide within popouri trees
the conductor guides scratched on brass
forewords and engraved for Odyssey
to be sung to the distant stars once
found in manuscripts and dust
keeping courtly siphon spy’s feed
With Hubbles haunted looks found riding
out too luck searching themselves for
from passages Of the well worn tracks
Of Blunder busted Godivas
Full of life for lady’s that like their
winter tipples lightly spiced.
A year is a very long time when
spent sitting upon a Faberge egg.
So counting beads between four and ten
and how to bring ohm’s to up light