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.