Cul-De-Sac

Let us reformat

Can we rebirth right now?

Try and utilise those Uncanny reverberations.

We must create a flightpath

Go beyond oily oaths

And swim out too where the Orca hunt in packs.

Leave tonight

Trust the bandwidth to guide us

Make sure that gliding into paradise we are undetected.

Let’s toast the city

Praise its ungodly glory

Right down to the freezing marrow of its bones.

Toes that curl right away

Will uncurl mechanically at the sound of the foxes’ howl.

Bins rattle dogs bark in this wind-swept cul-de-sac.

Hollow out the inscription

An Anglo-Saxon burial minds

Sutton Hoo heat haze provoked complete collapse.

Refer to the guide book now

Later, on the UFO trail

Will reveal strange goings on

In the pine woods.

Take a lonely path please

Through a mock Tudor wilderness

Ending up in a cul-de-sac.