What a pain, this I miss
Time and again and self-indulgence
Stranger addictions than mine
There is still the untapped
There is still the dynamic within
I will be the experienced banksman/slinger
One of these days
We are yet to witness this, for
Bleak thoughts still prevail...only the griffon
Vultures soar higher
Were you an audience member...for the retro
Sitcom?
Whateverhisname is
Do you remember the plans and the building
Of empires?
Don't worry
Don't worry so much
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
I am not a member of any club
I am a companion...toileting is
Covered in newsletters and window-cleaning extensions
Are used in a brilliant play
Just like most language-exchange conversations are based
On food or climate or geography...was this a light
Sprinkling on you of an autistic dust?
Did the transboy exert a sprawling energy...much like
The lady in the lobby who remembered your
Ugly morning face?
And was this only child a thank-you
From the Gods
To be circulated around the world with
Angels?
Why so flippin' nervous?
Why the trembling palms?
I have learned to sit with the bottom jacket button
Undone...this advice is via wardrobe
Works the theatres
Appreciates loyal subscribers too
Knows the score
Cock up your beaver...once you are beyond
The Douro and don't
Charge a penny for drawing out cash
Rivers and quintas and splinters and so forth...his answer is
Venetian fizz in a couple of gulps
Care workers talk in very particular ways
They do a grand job
I do not hasten to add this
Excellent