Cannibal defence league.

Do you still smoke it pinched between 

those copper stained digits of a bald comic

Drug mule tip toeing through dorm halls 

decked in tiles of scrabbled radio callers 

words of the day such as pretentious 

Rapturous symphony to the seven 

salting’s of the life you choose 

leading the cannibal defence league 

protecting the handshakes 

baskets of home grown pound for pound 

In this season Kitten Heels of heroine 

and shrines to Roman occupancy 

of borrowed grace

And haste we waste time listening 

To those regurgitated dreams we already 

Learnt to Lip read the margined line

Of expiry price crosswords.