When the first child born beach combed hall
for what do think it would turn for that imperial coin
Maybe a chaffinch or a ride to a watch the grave dance.
that was already filled with rebirths
In the soon to be televised ride
on the leather seat slip and slide
but for a naming game.
when reanimation occurs in The night scene
where I lost myself to a door of greying sobriety
that never once mattered.
To forget my scar until the freedom of a
night found upon vinyl stretched mirror
Whilst a Walk around a remains of rites
of passage Way to the wide Eyed bodacia
Star Of automotive cctv.
As doppelgängers trance a night out
In hour long tunnel rides to silent mountains
of forbidden ringed photography
While trialing phonetic odes in chalked out scores
too a curious epicentric town halls
of Optical hallucinating nerves and Freud.
rejecting endings and ejecting
My own lustre wear glazed ego
I still wear so well
for a barricaded hotel room guide to hide
And remember the lessons in self resuscitation
When ration sleeping in Sinking sanded pose.
whilst cold dust of sunbathing in the meditation suite Of
the darkest waiting room a template to the empty world
Where ghosts pass me on a bridge
from where I watch snakes coiling flame beneath tea clipper.
A Nameaka otter.