Polka drop needles.

the sauropod climbed to try and hide 

in swaying polka dropped needles 

the Jura citation dancers take their 

stance balancing on toes 

hovering above ambergris separated 

in solstice by broken moons 

the duplicating echo tape 

on envious ears popping 

terra ferma 

Where lost marble eyes roll too seas.

As belle ringers make notes on hymns  

Longs strides and attempts to paddle out

To kelps of lengthy measures found by 

Solid state of static emporium linen.

It’s a long stay from the wish i made 

Watching your changing tastes and

use of aural French.