Sailing round the true-blue sphere---
Is it too late to bale
The middle lane has trapped my car
In red-light claustrophobia.
I slip
In the hands of science ---
The complete appliance.
We're moved to
She smiles at me
From beyond the eastern sea-shore.
Flashing jewelled eyes,
She
It's an old profession
Of subtle artillery.
Rough wheels meshing ---
Button out,
When the rats are running
And the boys are gunning
For heads
The money won't last forever
Rent man called twice today
I hope
Later, that same evening, she ran.
I think she ran alone.
Later,
Black volga following me ---
Nobody's car.
Mr. no-one at the wheel
Tune into messages
From the eastern avenue.
Lock on to the ether
In and out of shady places
Walking on cold corners of
Short arctic desert day ---
And someone left their snow-shoes in
Keep it quiet. (Go slow.)
Circulate. Need to know.
Stamp the date
Keep it quiet, go slow
Circulate, need to know
Stamp the date