Your not the only greyhound.

With nothing to simile about 

Some would incinerate formalhyde 

tyres as motorised chimeras

Filmed the Greek alphabet 

burnt out over Charcoal.


Your not the only greyhound tourists 

That hop scotched losing grace 

Under Rough footing 

alias Bloodlines asphalts 

Burnout paragraph. 


As tidal marshes go I found the way 

To exaggerate the new lows 

Charming Swedish weather 

Fourty degrees red that 

Brave merlot swallowed by a whale

While kept in a diving cage.

Initially built of paper converted 

into fluid Brass ounces wind swept