Revised sonnet #140
Art deco granite buildings scrape the sky
Theyre speckled by incessant pigeon lime
Theyve sprouted grasses from their mortar slime
As nature claims them back I wonder why
Theyre vertical harmonicas to eye
They brake the ocean breeze to better clime
Their murmurs mutate music motion prime
Of previous civilisations they sigh
The pixies crammed inside hot kilns the wood
Deforested till they hit lant and sand
Of bricks the masons cities built up grand
The grasses filled in faked a neighbourhood
I love this pixie girl of pointed ears
A lumberjack of scissor snips and sears
Chorus ears ore uszy
