Friday 24 July 2020


Tell me of spent dole line 
you speak from the forcible keel of 
bread in your fingernails 
rolled into a half shaded bolus,
talk mends wise old rat in the garden
you have deforest'd  
the edge of your accessory fancy dress
a novelty arm dangling joke set
the wallflowers of a brotherhood 
one by one the pockets out of which 
he pulled cantatas of criss-crossed
Globes laid out like pizza menus 
O' fidelity is it in an elegant 
resume curriculum vitae