Jeffree Skewes #127 Draughts

Try as we might for these facts I deserve no prize

for second winds your creative spins this flat tyre 

a pile of homeless numbers lies on the floor

pack them away best outback inbox further the better 

good luck if you're lucky if finally that delivers the final line

waiting seven long days might just bring it around 

mix dirt with water and at best maybe sprout tomatoes  

better to forget outcasts than crying over spilled milk

buried deep in a forgotten drawer the doings might brew

maybe somehow those wayward and odd loose ends at last

grow thicker and stickier and return home for dinner

prodigal children eventually become hungry if starved 

eventually on that fateful day start calling my name

I'll come running to make yours mine and craft new lines

make versing sandwiches madly like never before

who knows why it comes when it comes our way

mislaid colloquies I make mine turquoise 

painting completes those left behind