Hyphenated abode.

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 

stitched rainbow.

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 .