Ginger brew sticks. (Diary)

Awkward looks along plans not out of place 

on high ball velvet lake game of fashionable attire 

to make debuts as the amnesiac gun 

draws fire and False starts 

Grass to smoke and mirrors 

with the brewery name changes 

Who couldn’t resist the insistent overtures 

Of the time stopped with the spun blue.


Toes dipped in chromosomes Of the three eared 

Candy mandarin mousecation 

continents opposing debunkered bones 

railing to waves of sunken rivera stiletto 

in stalls Of Pullmans haircut chairs out 

stacked to the tiled Bath house of broken 

rules of familiarity breeding in the Engaged 

ammunition dump.


Ginger brew sticks Of raritys not variety pacts 

Of bluffers of under lime tourist that are 

as faded as the hades breaches of imitation.


The last dot line of mute contrast colour.