Portabello black streak.

If there’s a book you couldn’t read 

during the blackouts of seven three 

Divisible with the daylight of 

Irrevance relaying late night 

messages towards retina’s 

that return revised services.


would you read what you wrote in  

Melting snow or learn to swerve 

the motorway dispensed coffee 

Filled With creamy parables 

would you plot the micro dot life 

On graphs.


Strung out vertice of interjection  

During the grounded conflict 

Awaiting clearance to escape.


A lion licking paws of thorns 

Amongst smouldering poppies