Highwaymen

You've got
your piece
of mind
perfectly sliced,
bite-sized.
Nobody can
teach you
a song now-
now that
you've got
your peace.
In the corner
against a lamp
is my coat,
resting on laurels
of a lint
stained carpet.
Wish I could
vacuum it all
nice and neat
less messy.
But I've left
my hoover behind
so I pick
by hand only
to find more
in my tracks.