Nautical miles. 

Evening to that soldier in need of a lead 

pipe for its formaldehyde friends 

denialist locked in the corner of thoughts 

Smelling salts that brought them 

about to see why the end of a line 

doesn’t stop here.


If this a world where anything goes 

Is surrounding yourself with those 

That are dead and buried by the sea.

Eating at the glue between the nautical miles

from the arguing two of rights and wrong 

Ways too use the zoo.


Bitter lemons are they soles of life

left in hands of another men’s

Whimsical desires your bell adjourns 

The feet take control the footman shows 

You Journals filled with tarmac dances

that made the mako smile waiting 

Off the pier.


Rivers awash with glass to cut rumours