With cushions to embolden practice
his teeth chattered like a monkey
a juddery fall did him remarkably well,
he was like a comet awry
a soft landing edified his standing,
merriment down the chimney
depuis Decembre .

I used to pass the ammunition and praise the Lord etc.
There's a debate
on the pros and cons
of my newly acquired Hi Power,
Gerald rejects my
high flung stance,
he seeks closure
but Browning rejoices
one step further,
when there's a lull
being respected
by the chasm of a gun,
the morning dew shimmering

Angelina for the love of the Stars,
wrists feel listless
chilling self belief delusional
your wardrobe has claw marks.
A World apart?
I wonder where you keep your screams boxed in?
surely you are not rewinding
the "Cry of the Banshee" again?
Abba he indelibly forsakes
your funereal  fatigue,
for your score years has
gone to seed.

We hoped they had cut down the ivy
even dug out the roots,
but we knew already
that one and one made three,
these renegade steps
spun like a roulette wheel,
it was just a thought
December was that month
that resolute questions
were set before the
disbeliving answer.