Fallen grace, no thoughts aloud
A purchase, good in meeting
A joint separation.
No caress for fallen soldiers
Just dust mentioned in wind blown remembrance
To file a shadow on stone
Blasted into nothing but fission
A my story magnet attracted emotion.
Grasp a moment for sunken dreams
Floating stock on the market creation
Gun raised on the farmyard heading for the abattoir
Back to middle class meditation.
Priest in flat tunic chokes on garter sandwich
Sucked from a passing porpoise
A well journeyed list of contrary disciplines,
An albatross scooting to find a queen
Perked up coffee to recover from hypothermia
Chilled to the lung tissue with no arms, to warm the parking fine
Lost can’t see the hidden alleyway, full of smelly cats and vagabonds
A tranced disc doctor twists the barbers coat tails, for recognised reasons.
Predators in babycham fashion, drawn to curtains sewn in lace and comfort
As young ones gasp at flowing breath tremors
Heighten the expectation in blasted chamois leather cleaned fender
Pull out the ten teeth of dictate
Lead by the bleeding masses.