On filing past fez pyre thoughts
Going long past beer tents
With Frisbee go floppy disks
when all that’s left of the sun
Is turn tables of death rattle
under lime lights of twelfth nights
Highlights on rotation of
halcyon those ration book days
hoops of stitched story’s
decaffinated beans of one too four
A selection committee passed
Curing what ill’s you strobing
As seagulls scatter litter
On the playing fields Of
bragging rights lapels esteem
and queues for walnuts colleagues
That couldn’t hold a candle to ten drinks
Flame mine and the computerise mime.
When watching the Vehemently denial
the velum sermon crawling on the
Bowling Floor twisting With Scotchtape
Gauze and orange thorns dykes of
Accetane one foaming acrid pectin
The last days of triffids dancing
to radio salsa branchline
Hypocrites go Figure three
of square Pegasus East
weather of vains captcha
For data entry exhausted
Oystercatchers build shrine
To bourn again beach combers
Gathering pips for Mississippi
Stockings of nothing ventured
Then Reno percussionist
Cymbalised the shaking
Brass tree of Highway Code
Public displays of affection
Whilst creations obsessed
Meridian December first
Abbacus neverland.
