the scale was increased by looking into the 
yellow though it Seemed on 
the surface her designs went pale & landed in 
oz
the whole was policed by the Cubes in mint & 
white 
or vanilla when the dust
settled cooking the Skin through to the young at 
heart needing to bellow go rubbery
pop a zit We dreamed
of another ultimate angled a swan
with a price tag on her face its not 
the cheap irony thats The problem its my 
untrained ironing content quick throw a veil over 
the candle &
sanded angel on a
pin because each coalminers daughter & i
mean the one In you frozen
in a career defining attitude what does it do for 
you get
fleeced cry On the feet & 
shoulders of rubes that
chin through the flinty end Of the bright 
corridors for
example ben stiller the genuine he with a bust 
full
of she nettled at berries Looking at the beach 
from your window to you
a zoo a Bunch of 
fleas gone bung
in the flat a table set with cartons & Seed things 
be true to your stomach & do 
to the fellow low in vigour in
the shrubbery As a cop or pit boss he gleamed 
at the treatment & coughed in the car brother 
intimate Spangled far gone