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.