…
the chemical burns
beneath my panda
eyes – the bright blue
sky upon your
haddock head
& we are battered
chipped & mushy
peas be with you
we are stories
like the distant – stars
a scar in
every twinkle
twinkle little death
& catching – fluttered breath
these scatter cushions
us, the cloudy
early hatchlings
groaning bones but
tomorrow isn’t cancelled
like a zed lister’s
online wrongthink
mister bump is
our spirit guide – life
is a series of un –
fortunate accidents
…