Powder coating pea’s in ginger beer
and mustard whilst flocking a horse hair coat
Is in fact no mean feet for the feathered
Binding teeth biting into crooked shells
A test of any yard short of realising the
Truth of blue Curacua.
Welcome into this world with rag and bones
And in bones covered in armour we are held
by page three dream that fell into mirrors.
accepting the call to arms to tip the
Bagging trays with milk washed dimes.
Lets cloud the truth in ammonia and climb
The short stay to see the landings.