Manic magic won't rustle ten thousand foot feathers
They're walking on cumulus
Irreverent, useless, in the throat of ritual conduction
Electric ozone, you danced the jangle
Dangled artifice
To win the angler sun
Dribble darkness, a parable, stowed under the
Backed up seat
A car claim, technoblob
Carts and horses stampede
If you're paying too much attention
Debt, that's the lenten fealty
To the capital mess
Whose capped step ladder
Won't admit jumps
Up, down, but sideways - ellipsis
And temptation will three dot
To the left
And support not the bereft
But that's a gilt story
Clothed in built environments
Adapted to by the mass
Hog shipped
Sheep dipped
Ice cream conical swerved
Don't call it a grumstack
That's where the coal dust
Turns to star crusts
Thrown away by a god
Who only sort of breads
Roman Ryan 