So you think I read minds
without keeping from you the source coded
urgent-timed missive that gives me to your fates and files and flies?
I send you all evilled useless
patentable issues to be learnt from –
to be here, there and everywhere
is to be light and fruitful about being in snobbery
a riot. A plum, is it?
Living in the sway, the rhythm of your walk
water slops from the tankard on your head
cascades down my back as I clutch onto
Nothing said between the two most ivory
skinned yelfer and his mum.