Pie trimming’s.

Given the choice of purchasing a black board 

to explain the missing rubber prints and 

the Penny spent on saving the youth 

a march about town and watching the 

country’s past riding by in the back seat 

To meet jalopy crepes the stacks 

keep rising above eye line where 

they searched pyres and veins to build 

A chalk folley a sinkhole only to find 

petrified amber to make a necklace 

for your tattoo Coates of ruined red 

arms draped around lone tree 

As the man in mohair chair waits by the sea 

For the papers that have not returned.