Tourniquet pat down.

Gershwin era Stretched out by chrome bands 

And sabre rattled  silver ringing  bell

Scrapped Planes repaired for a revolt 

old visions reappear with a home made gas leak.

just as a wire harrier settled here like the fallen 

a windmill that can’t reverse a blocked dam 

that needs a bloom flush out.

As we all tread water from black out blinds to our rebirths

before you complain remember ever indiscretion 

is counted and  can be raised like a metaphorical 

rose from seabed.

As thorns can be lent for the ascent 
Visible climb lighting mountain lion 

a borrowed electric hammer comes down 

On blooded tourniquet sleeves.
angles of a arising mandolin climb 

as we cross legs to say grace 

To fallen Flint towers the folly of Canute  

To straighten this other hares fight 

whilst we watch the pleasant Greek seas
the Narrow boats really not that far 

trumpeters signal to those that can’t see 

through mist Of  the good book on sailing 

here’s one loaned on navigating with stars.
As we all tread water from black out blinds to births

Before we complain remember ever indiscretion 

is counted and Can be raised like a metaphorical rose from seabed.

 

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