end

so
I
sit,
listening
a variation of accents
new languages
to my ears
fresh
if I listen closer
I hear the contents
of
these gifts
their messages leaving
sitting
resting
messengers
there
is a sense of sharing
is this a need
for common ground?
groups of messengers
knowledge-able in the same
subject
meeting
to affirm inclusion
to push out a sense
of the excluded
'I wanna be adored' as the stone
roses put it
I wonder
will talking about
cooking ingredients do it?
constructing animations
does this group do it?
then off to whence we came
like pool balls down the holes
in perfect order
till the black drops
your
secret is to remember
asking-
if you have
then enjoy
what comes from it
smile when you do
then avoid the killing
bastards
even and including
the techno crowds
smart people
living in smart houses
eating smart food
waiting to be nailed up
over the blue oceans
the terracotta roofs
fresh squeezed juice
& solid fuel home fires
looking at you
chum
if you are thinking of production
of being there
greedily eating an almond
croissant
gorging on fresh ground
'The thing is...'
you say
'The problem is he has a family'
I wonder what your protection means?
do you maximise the short term?
looking at you create war games-
yet hide away in silent voices
instinctually knowing if your fear is realised
you will be caught and shot
as you mutter out on
screen
'I see you above the oceans-
you know so'
come kiss my children
your own perhaps
look deep into your soul &
lie