The air flashes very green, a warning viewed from every angle simulcast
syndicate horse hooves clatter up, roll call
sisters astride of dangle hooks by the side, saw blade miming, as the kids say
these days, don’t write it if it’s not true, though to you
truth is an attitude.
Wonder, or is it because that’s a dark staircase, if you leap
with a sash over your eyes especially, foreknowledge is invention’s chief
impediment raining in bolts, yes and like you learnt
in the gravel pit, cackle caw cawing and dancing everyday
till mom rang the bell, the flowy whooshy whispy stuff all over
everything is magical really, which has textured worth
called Personality Shakes yesterday, they told me to fill the flower pot
everyday until you have raspberries, a metaphor for every occasion.