Unexpectedly like a lone woodlouse
On the otherwise empty kitchen floor,
Without destination or origin,
Unsummoned by anyone here present,
They appear.

Instanteously a fugitive
Denying even prior existence
No apparent cause therefore no effect
No evidence, no note, no witnesses,
Almost fear.

Over too many rounds of the finest,
Layered, refined stories on Friday nights
Evolve parasitic competition:
Don't you remember everyone was there.
Insincere.

Reconstructed from fragments and pictures,
Faded as cheap ultraviolet gothic,
Distant, obviously untrustable,
The holes and naivety more telling,
Always here.

Multiple retailers' tapestry threads:
Unmatched with occasional synergies
But like Sam's authority and the fire
That's the only history for ever,
Maybe near.

Koi solid in the engineering pond,
Scarf as if pre-wired for television,
Smile and bustle more wonderful back then
But frozen in the deepest, howling lake.
Some still tear.