Animated alphabitualism.

Hats with no views that still won’t fit you

the pier fire is exhausted by the rain 

A strange vision of the future spent boating 

As the elephants are still just as in as they were out 

Protesting inside tiny wren heads.
Placards over and placards out surveying

above Oceans of ceramic fragrances swimming

Amongst outlets of gas looking for pipes to vent 

a glass of Virginia blended smoke.
as the dragon escapes the organ to climb into a sequencer 

to be intimate with Circuit makers Daughter 

mouth watering hypnotic tales of the shire.
The inaminate book that hates you and the country  

That once Needed you a habitual romance 

that wasn’t built in a day.
As television dreams flicker with static 

speeches that were never finished.