Amalgamations Poem by Antony Glaser

Night time disappears
The battle stroke commences
Lazy seagulls hunger for ice cream
inside a celluloid picture show,
You've got introspection over disrepute
Nightshades glancing at the shadows
If this is only the beginning
then it must have a stet
It's impossible, I hope I find
Lord I feel flat
and how I pontificate
how the tyrants thrife
like a disney maw
Small Brother
I long to be a scrappy little peacemaker
watcher of those ever observant seagulls