the hen’s eggs eat square roots as it steams
and smokes with the whirly cuckoo
as removal men descend on harmonious moon
The rise and fall of mobilised castles
with room to breath In the Rain on the already
as staples stretches its legs like the concertina
gas works bellow to derelict structures
of lost sermon Setting off curds and ways
to escape alienated town without a ship
Like silverfish that surround swing door.
As I’m not found of pronouncing lipstick
Or cutting curling stones on ice whilst
boiling copper pots .