breaks it down & pulls it out & blows up
with a sonic whoo-hoo! boy wheelbarrow
atlas pines & the guru josh (splat matter
terminal bohos & sprinting programmes

colossal frenetic spaced-out & sane like
a metaphor for similes or a goo-shaved
belt-buckle international collateral dam
age of aquarius you confused with “hair”

tied back in a pony-trail sideways babe
don’t look back be proud to attack the
rhyme of riots the wide black timelines
street crimes they won’t ever mention

boing! all your money’s gone draining
balanced like an empty tightrope wire
between pure space & future weeds on
introductory collision courses solemn

as a broken bird at a garage sale later
dudes wash their stares mixing greys
& antiseptic whites (while translation
whales transmit comic rays onto silver

burritos bloc party & a new iprequel
stop it there reverse & shadow hands
abendland go betweens morgenland
now appearing on yesterday’s maps