A hundred humming penny sweets
to a hand bag but not enough
Conjurers to work out the cost
Debating who’s in who’s who.
Of a very public dance down a lane
with a pen it tranced out the unbalance
to serenade maps as vocal renditions
frame by frame.
it strived to change the world
The Snap shoot as photogenic as the
was the rusting mechanism stuck
Contracted and struck on it’s tin
pan birth too the right.
Big top mountain place Bee a bop
and erect a tent on a mountain top
left of my face.