MODERN SINS 3 - CARING 1
Under commit to eight hour ‘left, right’
while unsightly neon lights entice Green’s
lawn to the carousel, trussed in white night;
the height of un-commissioned female parking.
Tailor feeding tubes to where vacant legs
arrive, crudely grafted through lewd, Duvet;
soaked with mold, lube and Newly Weds, before
balloons woo faceless virtuosos. Oh? … Oh?
Sabotage uncut cartels with naked
swine at the bar; red, white and who, unmarred
by the stain of sand and hand of the new-
-ly appointed Provocation; henchman; tar.
Yet, bottles of burgundy stir to life
fifteen fishes and a can of cautious
disapproval. But who really cares?
Lewis Dalton
