Gossip is simmering internal fathoms deep

So crazy for you I’m petrified by love

 

Witches watch the children cry,

As the jazz man freezes at what is here,

 

The Tesco Ghost floats like a butterfly

But gets stung by a speeding lorry

 

Freezing weapons like bullets

Then swallows wanting to come home

 

Crazy one-upmanship,

Leaves no more to be said

Frozen in fear, preserved in death.

 

Stalactites of alchemy, hearts beat

Each summer’s noon.