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
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.