Is a rural house
For a pony
And its owner;
A single woman,
Who wanted
To explore
A new kind of living.
It was invaded by
Half-rabbits
With their scarves,
Smoking oblique joints,
Detached from
Their mega-structure,
Taking capsules
For a living.
It's carpentry at war!
Comes the announce,
As she flounces to
The top of the
Poetic stair tree,
In her post
Earthquake
House surgery,
With an unrelated
Spectacular,
Sense of self.
So, as art is not
To be explained,
It is to be done,
She tears up
Her graph showing
Consumption
Related to social class
And realises the best bit:
That
The edge,
Is
The best point
To sit.
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