Wipeout
Waiting
With bitten lips and thumbnails
And waiting and waiting
For an uplifting wave
A plateaued tsunami
To irritate talcum powder deserts
To tickle mountains
No mountains
Grassy knolls and no shadows
Plagues of ladybirds, wasps and caterpillars
Roman failures and unconvincing therapy
Browsing the imagination
Speaking in tongues
Exchanging handshakes
Cotton-peeling and combing
Only browsing
The detached forms, eavesdropped passwords
And voyeuristic subscriptions
Are simply the exercising
Of radiochemical soup and dumplings
Affected by passing minicabs
And the moonlit troposphere
Bubbling and freezing
Until only a poisonous residue
At not with
Burn it
2001-09-10