awl forgotten *bone

my illness the witch doctor told me
in her primordial PHd prescriptive tone
was not enough bone,
hence the add on leeches of banks, taxes, priests, and police
there to jack up the torso
for a good poke with a baton of credit, or a rope
of poison ivy, or a basket of adders from king
arthur anderson, stick your illness
in the whole whale
said the sky
under billowing beams dismounted off oak mistakes
called ships, peg and awl forgotten
the sternum of jelly fish droppings not quite stiff
enough lipped to take
the gale ridge clutter of wealth
fully in canter, lope, trot, and founder
signing the nine eleven constitution for a hundred year lease
on the thermite illness
said the plumber
adding more
*bone