Pack a Jacket.

Instead of a Conclusion the saddle 

It once wore so well it dusts down Again 

across from the what if the being born Again 

is slipping on a dust free jacket in bourgh hall.

As they hack a path out to musket filled tree

To sniff those ruffs out 

as the ambassador for peace shovel 

chocolate recipes down your throat.

The cahoots as they plan around camp fires 

Whilst that right start leads to holding hands 

Wreaths of folded computer hacks 

That fell from beneath lagging paper pipes 

making and placing collect calls.

To join the scuttled ships of reusing satellites

As the kerb drop mind seesaw sins of a manga crawl.