Topiary soirée.

Topiary free soirée

Finding the depths of the 

terminus luminously deficient 

switches vanishing Into hangar sized 

cavernous partial hung strobing strip lights 

closing around the static air of half green brass penny’s

dogs collect from a box 

whilst we remain stifled repressed 

visualising  a masked two faced man

a slow charge  to a postal coded 

first lit lamp smoking past a

Chained but free 

existence.