Bear right and stay in the rightest lane,
Someone’s signposted
to a town,
And another’s
cocooning in a concrete glen.
Rooted, rained, rinsed and skinned,
A tamed cat scats a la COCINA.
Confetti!
Pull open that door and strip and paw.
What would you expect?
Dipped lights, dimmed lamps,
Chopped into lines and landed on flames,
In a melting fusing theatre room.
Sound, a sound, an urgent call,
Want some chips for tonight?
Aye, those sweet potato ones, please.