Posing questions of erasing its stitched days
A foot lost in pail of perfumed drinking game
Crushed Crepe piling up in Scandinavia parlour
Hidden mantras in neptunes ancient hearth
Where to keep those irksome bookmark flies.
Taking turns with monoxide drunken dreams
lick a Curacua postage adhesive liquorice
And wood louse raised it antenna on cute angle
Felt Napkin folded by the stoker spade
space all about but you senses rifled memories
Can’t you appreciate that ashen faced freedom.
shall I take you back to where we found
Your earthy name and replant it
With your worrys buried in orchard vales
Dance in the trees in the fading sky’s.