Where Hides Conspiracy

where hides conspiracy

to age as process gentleman alone.

one by one

carnival of limescale dripping theory circumspect

from lemon to the mainstream of inept;

the great outdoors

an ode to loves' pedestrians of doubt.

two-fingers tall

now brings about true love as chandelier

branching out as tadpoles to the cloud of quarantine;

no bird of prey

will fly a heart exhumed through alcohol.

a sonnet for the rumours from a cage

a rage of malt burns rain of candlelight

hindsight too late to light one century;

but who looks here?

the dancing Rook or the chancing arm of sorrow?

for all that comes and grows our winter leaves

from teething child to the mourning weathers chimes

no brighter lime has surfaced bigger you;

the hollow nought now rounded up as Sheep

weeps only on a Wednesday in a heap of patronise;

now happy as a dog

drunk as love; toothless as a Snail;

no longer shall we fail you,

but trail you far beyond the beasts of common world;

come thread the snow of anger and release;

where came the poisoned hand of jealously

now comes my ode to sadness of the truth;