To recline in seats of nineteen
Sixties aeronautical declined
circumnavigation manifest complete
Paper collecting nearby
commenting on the hove
flapper scene
A situation like taking
cabin crew loved and moving
Them across the plains of
the big loop de loop clouds
To sit and digest the sting in
honey hoops that are grounded
in the home brew hop society
coriander anchor’s moved
On broadwalk fancy dancing
Into you that day
Having been Washed about
The sea like a pumpkin stout.
