Right eye

darts in the cathedral with
juggling piano keys as headliner:
my favourite draught game in a
creamy teaser.
it appears (and is)
a time where defence is unnecessary,
and all is chalk-marked and instantly
high toned.

It is exorcism
and I'll remove the sex.
I did not enjoy it but
it was required for
book keeping purposes: the
gov' needs to understand
my extractions.

What I left after I packed
the recycling containers
for Moor Time
was a wicker moon-

cheap
and fragile,

an item I use never
but sustain for the day I'm rejected
and fill with sad helium,
like atomic rock balloons.