67, 70 – turpentine til last call. w16sh’s end.

pirates, foil, needle, turpentine, wigs, garden gnome

 

• orchard, denial, ember, last call, insomnia, pigeons.

 

 

before winter’s last ember

insomnia leaves one time to remember

a time of pirates foiling the law

yes childhood and all that denial

that all your life memory can’t damper

 

so now it’s turpentine til last call

fighting like hell for something to show for it all

needling out pigeon poop from the garden gnome

so vagabonds aren’t the inhabitors of this home

 

maybe o’er there an orchard and there sheep for my wig??

of course that don’t bloody well rhyme  but can you dig?

 

I leave you to all the prompt, be enthralled.