Rattlesnake spectre. 

If There’s a Jekyll Hidden in this 

Shoreless street of eighty velum 

Where the oldest house in 

Hyde park is Pray tell a square 

hidden in the trees 

that you’ve never rolled 

You eyes upon 

with Spooks your never get to meet 

It remains to be seen as it played 

two rounds with God’s address 

Book and broken hourglass

At one now With a borrowed pair 

Of ginger cats buckled shoes 

to accompany this marinade 

is presumption their rattlesnake 

The spectre at the world of perspective 

Lost in literature of building 

follys out of leaves to create a hill. 

You mill and mull ingredients 

For wine to get too sleep 

Then hollowed be thy name

Nestling on this dormant island .