Hitching up tea stained skirts for its ride out
Old black belts in their old Berlin bed shirts
As a tattoo is etched and removed by thimble
In a one swift move.
dropping genealogy prescription trees
Pills for the dry cleaned dress
It’s well rehearsed death scene
and a Name change established over secret shakes
Amongst torches and crowned nest.
a XLR mast wired within tied hands of
Historic digital crosses
Always above watching with smiles
on drawn out streets within the conservatory rules.
The closest some ever get to the conservitoire
The half mile of a Brick Tunnel full of flowers
From a wishing well world.
Only to miscalculate the conductors sums
as a third attempt at a counted start in on
Birthday badge of one.
As we smell the whiskey cats that toast the death
Of alphabeta they now use to serve and collect
Glass claw and then forget
that spin dried life of a outside broadcast.