Manse old tongue
loafed smug over kill switch
does it sink eternities of kitchen
gardens to a mock mercy
stroking the panic bell
screw over no council tenancy,
mezzanine debt to the gatekeeper foot solider
persona non grata
the sacred hermit harder than stones
not yet descending with cash spilling
from sentry pockets puckered gumps
coiled nettles in my eyes,
make me say sorry forwards
again for a back trouble of history
poor borage on nose bow
get well soon remedy, poison
and scapegoat
