Pit of apostrophe.

Lost in a political pit of apostrophes

The gurgling  of a logical maelstrom 

Above the canal where they Tried 

and burnt the rice parchment 

Under sixty six seaweed breeze.

Forget me knots left in the deposit box

Chime ringing scheme window awaiting  

A Cat and what to do when you have no value 

As a hostage and are little more than a card 

playing mouse.

As the carriage lays idling by 

to collect spaghetti and junk yard Stetson 

This is not a movie you’d watch 

With porn obsessed friends.

As The day dawned on them and collided

at two with a knock on the door 

the transports Running back around your end.

As Moscow veal arrives in ink bloated pool

And hair pulling may encourage your horns 

to grow out.