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.