Cut Up In Ivegill

Put on the brakes

                   Come let us begin

                          Blue ish

Pleistocene                          balls

                          epoch                             and that became of

                                        death of starlight

All is not lost to lucid dreaming                all things coincidental

Would be able to cope much better

                                        And exploit liminal vicissitudes

Metempsychosis

                        Orubus crustacians

Blue bell working class Marxist, an angular high priest

Comes along brings with it a molten fortune

                                

 News just in from Pyongyang

Industrial wine convert

The most carefree rhythms wildest native canticles

                                                  Broken infested

An alchemical elegy to the very tip of her riposte

Sweat the carcass cairns and lichen

This opportunity for revenge to fleece the knowledge of grief

It is a robust proposition of that which there is no doubt.

Lay down the lead sceptre of the art worlds upward thrust  

It was at this moment in time that we met up with the celebrated art thief in that

Underground ossuary

Time bore gorse and the wolves were dancing.