It precipitates
he TV declares it’s over via foreign policy, kissing wife and off-camera looking
He’s impossible
to get over on six TVs playing simultaneously in your bedroom/office/house
You scrapbook
the tour bus start and the White House end and restaurant cleared security
Battery-less remote
No list of tardy slips
toilet trysts
CCTV alerts
locker swaps
sick texts
staff night out
faux pas.
Didn’t shop floor skive
slag managers off
short customer change
steal stock
sleep out back
take trash
leave early
unapproved holiday
aid robbery.
Just, every sense word
thick lip spoken
when I could see tongue
was my downfall, pitfall, penance
defined my Father’s purgatory
Minister’s limbo
siphoned my blood
and sieved all the gold bits out.
Now, oxygen deprived
iron low and over.
