Nobler poses have we
In strawberry bugglegum slacks,
retracting immensity
-tangential Ichthyosaur logic
Tumbling step,
A clang in the rain
recalling former fiddle string ballets
Riddle buffets
All Drake and Hash
washed in Shampoo by Ashby
sopping the fish skins
from oily cans.

Looping and noosing
comes train wake
The rattles shake by
-with sirens to mullify
The sound of reaping in the rain
The clanging track
far as only tracks know
Tickling my toes
Keeping the beat
For crying shoals
Our Queen knows
The edge of quitting
Isn’t sitting