The earth is flat

It’s all a soup

constant rain

of deconstruction

Braining hep to the blink

And pulse

Of a liminal sparkly

Torque of chemistry

Nerve hot remnant

Like a tattoo

Made of breezes

Wringing through

A scullery mangle

Wouldn’t it be crude

To reduce this wonder

To the pope

A cricket bat

Some dead bloke

And a bankomat

Which only exist

In the skull of a rat

Hate to say this

Everly brothers were right

Phil and the other one

The brother

The Everly

Or maybe it was a Kray twin

Hair sincerity

Nice flat stomachs

I saw one of them once

Promised to look after my lass

Can you imagine

What a thing to come to pass

What a dimension

I have raddled

Could have made you

Out of spit young lady

Laws obey you

You’re in charge

Break my bubble

With your finger

On the derringer

Tucked down your bra

We can ride a stolen gallop

Chase the Deceiver

Down with all that

Death to the unbeliever

The earth is flat

6/09/19