Iron urchins. 

Petticoated crassness of educated eyeliner 

I tried imagining ironing out mistakes 

that are inked on flesh of steam 

loving sea urchins tumbling 

in coin operated world

.

Raised on the corporations graceful 

Games and words more often 

than not are myriad of typeface

Saved during the blitz.

.

I thought you’d died in nineteen thirty five 

In a ode to green goddess Purring 

from the pumping of lakes to find 

The pancaked gold lost During 

the pre war starlight.