” yo … “

( a.b )

…

from the public footpath
on the corner of the page

or the pavement beyond
the imaginary fence

spot the words at work
see the rhymes in chime

forklifts loaded
with brevity on pallets

front loaders heaving
with weighty metaphors

verse smiths reversed
in poem loading bays

await the latest model
designed by muses

but built by milksops
& angry cat ladies

fly a drone over
the stanzas & the strophes

if the weather isn’t shite
( keep in line of sight )

film & photograph
all that you can see

they can film you so
– fuck security

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