Strung out goes hard wired

into the signature scarring

so shown on arching barks

as sampled tolerance slurs

and ligatures, he shall have

music wherever he goes to

stack accumulating pocket

money with foxed gatefold

and the bells on his fingers.
A sugar here, green readies

there, all burns to sidereal

industries in breath attacks,

skip the slow ballads come

pace making sunny tinnitus

so hot, so feted to become

neat, merely cute or spent

the worse if not to nothing

in impertinent middle age.
Timbre taken up against all

and the dues sorely stated,

slimy substantial thereness

hails the hero sulk in slacks

up, up in neighbouring fields

levellers, hip hands on deck

the devil take the crupper o

go slow, hindrance bellows,

greenbacks in festive mud.
Calling out moonings in full

to tinpan alley deal-breaker

sure slung tunes to counter

trigger happy folk-tales shot

loving to hunger emphases,

vault the songbook and flag

the white heat, the white lie

the white that broke the ice

from Vietnam to Greenland.
Then salt chip desert scalds

lunge to betterment means

shimmering treecraft to rock

the port or shake the filling

the passive-aggressive strum

on portmanteau, evening sun

to the creditors, to the tune

tinkled space rock longueurs

to ring out inner ear symbols.
Here we go a-looping down

the estrangements, down so

proper nouns can soul press

seasonal drift, everything on

eleven, still sounding ochres,

will it be a flower of droned

evils you’ll be wanting next,

no? sweet tooth, make some

chat to bit distortion chords. 
Ah how housework befriends

the prospect of brooms into

microphones, ploughs on to

virtual humidicribs, lacklustre

remedies to plangent call, a

northern so-so face obelisk

tempting kitchen sentience,

really, isn’t that enough to

realise its penitent acetates.
At half the going half baked

so to prevail on Moog mode

you find the diode in dismals

or the Berlin option, slackers

for the road, slackers for the

office, clubbing, showboating

the aura of militancy sewn in

to solid states, sold diatonics

down to regress in celestials.
Another drive calls, another

looping of continents does a

feedback image, a snatching

for hallmarks out of thin air

echo off glossal restoratives

to Head of Bight, long swim

back down refrigerated water

less chilled fridges, rebirthed

radiator gurgle, hold it there.