Are you as sincere as that figure of eight dream
left on Frosted Bowling green
When all the ideas you have to work with
mean your now called Faust.
A Tetra fish tee shirt scored the wrong way around
a red Shining guitar lost shoes and mini cans
Of reincarnate spirits of a fittingly iced floor.
A maiden silenced and a stolen spike
And shout why don’t you want my honey
I have a Monet poster from the flat pack house
Pavarotti spotted ghosting a late night poster
campaign pass him another winged drink.
no red balloons to get a ringed necked band
off the ground as street pigeons dance
As it inherited badges to prove it could swim
Having lived the lonely life of chimney sweep
Flying above contemporary towns.
Dancehall of modern Japanese circus
computerised music and a plan
to escape in a harrier jet jump
renamed again and prepared to
flyaway now with wing walk troupe.
spin the blue rinse bottle a hit and miss kiss chase game
success a broken yellow egg laden Rhode
the Miami pollsters wants a heart donation
So here’s a pin to celebrate the disintegration of Acts
Raise Hands ask what’s with the flowers
When Knickers litter the stage
when ever street has a Camera
and you have your own registered designer tartan.
a pump to refuel a touch of bitters to back sweet
a trams stopped refrain one two three four
serving this new stop until The tape is cut
to a reopening of a Cincinnati chorus line.