Lost in a political pit of apostrophes
The gurgling of a 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
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.