The Japanese hats. 

Pursuing Japanese hats that couldn’t quite stretch 

to a whole haiku sandalwood seeds hidden beneath 

infilled In lets of red popping suntori bottle tops 

with teeth tugging on laid and buried cables 

Carried on the backs of Incommunicado ducks.

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Formica tables Of squares the egg tapping blues 

into a age of rail roadies steam rising above 

harboured teapot makers dreams

of Hyottoko after hours imported Porters

And big band.