Mislaid sympathy

Rolling around in circles, a tradesman’s blot,

Descending into redemption a falling brick

Domicile interruptions a holy ground

The wrong upstairs fighting the lateral.

Sleeping in a radical corner, like so,

Reflecting the discerned, a diagnostic lifestyle

Travelling on reading, sucked otherwise

A tangential line won’t do any harm.

No business where headed, loaded questions

Forgetting the hardship, going strong,

The complicated code soothes its own time frame

Nothing bought and paid for, standing bereft.

Outstaying welcome, the unspoken diatribe

Baulking for recognition in a saner time

Washing over dissention in a higher order

The scurrilous joke turning the heating on.

The productive fault descends on the lightship,

Descending eventually on a forgotten story

Angel-possessed, the door barred from inside

Distanced sorrows not helping any else.

The hardened streetscapes depressed so many

Mail order misery over a choice drink

Defunct notice near the mislaid medication

One patient under God, mislaid sympathy.