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.