Here in the present waiting to wake the plug socketed mule
it’s been enlighten now with Contrasting fish eyed lens
staring down another seven phased night
of a monologue reloader that’s so hot
it no longer needs to spins.
As a incomplete moment plays back again
on lost edit of the cellular hollowed hauntsman.
as you wipe a rapier that splashed back your face
For cinematic fiction and bullish mood
sets that change across a borrowed brow.
It’s as fixed as its purpose as the rod
that warp under heat and strain
Buckling to the backhanded of a night
clipped of four referenced letters.
Strike a sceptre unaccepted fate That can’t be sugared
blood that’s now boiled dry
When the script writer has its own agenda.
Some choose to ignore the inevitable
ideas and evil of a tie and being cornered
In rooms as you choose to speak
and type those words in haste.
A Magnetic gentleman pulls in the evens
Pointing at odds of a split table
of those fractional vertical halo colours
And now aware of the all encompassing dials
When short on Cold Pressed time
Don’t become Lost to a waste paper life.