Glass enamel is the jeweller's tool, paper more the paupers fool
The gang of four or the curate's egg
Layered, with an icing gun
Erratic the Delineate artist from kingdom come
I beg to know more
What tore pray tell me; flowers, hearts
Carrion in wheelbarrows, that dart across the cobbled narrows
Pray tell me, I'm easily led
A continuous scrawl, never to be set free, unconditional rage
Art becoming to be
Did you kiss the shopping list? I do it myself when writing
The stubble gum drags me back on dull days fighting
A final part to your jigsaw
Drips me back, zips the wings that try
The torn shadow overlaps the dust jacket's fly
No one to know before the show
Be ready by eight they said
Champagne instead with cocktails strewn
For tonight Delineate renews the looms
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