Sleeve brace. 

To roll a bowler down a sleeve braced 

for weathered words that wore thin 

that left there eight bit mark 

in a mushroom linking arms 

with polished chromed.


The clock restrained by time and the conscious 

Forget as Eyes locked like the mind. 


sprung movement that a chalk to a Baird feed  

Dreaming of closing ceremony’s

The Last sentence started with a lick of 

yetis odourless nutcrackers.

With A splash of milk for the tea maybe a mermaid 

Would come up for air and share a story of the 

Sea and carry you too follys seen from the shore.

The netting cut around the village.