Kadabre - Ed Tullett

Aglow

Re: cavalry: go;

Weed caught in your cloak coat

We’d quartered and sold

I swore you’d never clone

I wore it in a bow

‘I want to be alone'

A tight border in your home

Mirrored

Not a way for pretty blondes to hurt

Stay becoming

Tower

Not the cuter little one you’d heard

Line your stomach

I’ve coralised lately

Sanction

Still a grandeur and abandoned son

Pace your running

Anon

A cathedral and a real love

Major numbing

I forged you in the throne

I wore you to the bone

‘I want to be alone'

A slight clawing in a throat

Harbour arcane, amateur husband

Harbour a mauling, you built a cabaret