Taxidermy drinks.

Under wired aging as it strolls east

copper dyed bangs takes aim at the 

magpies In its head as we learned

of the Cocktail education chart.
As the taxidermy drinks are left drying

On blistering bars as collapsing Blood cells 

Of drink swappers drop like fly covered pears.


Onto all fours as they Step over 

veined green waltzing the primary’s.

With Movers and castanet shakers

The hoolahop bamboo makers 

and earthquake breakers.
To watch the Rows about lines you can’t even see 

like the ancients That dress up in bones 

It might make you think you have been Relocated 

to a ten pound legal tender war zone.