Balancing appearance drifts,
One face to another lifts...

What of it now then?
Our slavery here hasn't not yet ended...

At midday, I chat to the blue whale watching
and scratch it as we both sing hymns of faith...

Last night in rural London,
mangled in elastic clockwork...

Unimaginable.
Toddler - unaccounted for...

Leisurely she wanders
tiptoeing, gallivanting and...

Bid me, and your Sally Joe,
above all sense of multiple weeds...

Run your tongue across the moulded
apron feeling, bitter slime...

Living and loving alike,
bonding with Guthrum, despite...

Scrub-each-other days, reeked out of shape,
(our hearts and minds were never fair in shape...

Listen now, Boy,
I must not be ignored...

Call upon the martins and the swallows wild,
And let them soar the air like an heiress child...