Ginger stones and lemons.

Don’t break your teeth on 

Angry pits and stones 

crashing trees crawling home 

That missing child a part of me.

Lies booked into life

 A bookmarked big green taxi. 

Did you take bets did you 

expect to see me again 

can I pour you your final drink

 
Before you languish 

in phonetic anguish whilst

banished to the garden 

to dance with a dog in the night.

So you want pleasantly pagentrys nicesty 

take a tea break my dear stitch in time 

and read between the lines.

My anger now seams to dissipate away 

The moon now safely tucked away.

Behind paper map lines denoting 

The heights of the old hill.