You know your about to die cast your hens eggs
When You find yourself on the late night
confessional feed conveniently relocated.
Red blocks of soviet silver as a oxen is hastened
by its warded connectivity As it busts stitches
Time squaring the poetic licence that’s objectified
In its budgerigar chase’s of a hat.
with a brass knuckle lost under stacks and files
Of a Walled Street rejection orders filed in the gutters.
As the emphasise on a news desk Low on wine calls time
as the xlr star egos that undress to be eros
capture themselves with lens.
Within touching distance of river bandstand
overflowing with a pre recorded musical hall
Weighty River resurrection.