I hung for twenty one days whilst
Eight graced for the cost of a perverse Charged call
As you paced in the Owls shuttering
laundry Eyes shadowing Bequeathed wreath
as baby teeth grit and grind as blood
Clots on my cream white facade.
Dead pan night screams of laboratory otters
cochlea terrors responding to contraband
As underhand the coiled thrombosis
Of aerial dogfighter tirades fly
Siren Palm button down run ways
As Obsolete coins become a collection
Of rolled disposable Ashtrays.