Get closer to the word machine.
Inside the hum and burr, that is
Can you hear it computing?
Now we get bones from fur,
when it is stem-celling.
Many furs die along the way.
As for the survivors, with training
the could become stamp cells.
Put them in acid for a few minutes and…
Bob’s your Uncle!
Still dreek dark heavy misty morning.
Half-hearted cock-crow, with my radio on;
pressing for a coffee… strip down terror
suspects by May. No, says June. Bitter spat.
Handbags.
We’re here because we’re here because we’re here
Shifting goalposts. Sand riddle, like the Sphinx.
Typical government trickery, hickory dickory.
Mouse roars, clock flees in floods, sea of time
Grimbeau 