flamenco lull and stringy pop
true vibrations carry me off
spanish eyes splinter
my last trend,
thicken my rims and fuel my whim
cause this absorbption
british pretence is burned,love.
deeper and down
i whirr as a feather caught in minicyclone
get a bit crushed like a runaway cornflake
and fluff back up through your garden gate
a new biscuit rolled from old dough
take my time:
your mind is wild, like scottish snow.