How can I ever and overtly
tell you, openly teach you
some tactics… some trust?

Are you well and aware of
this dazzling depth; the en-
ticement of any intention?

This noisy nudge a lining
plunge, we make it down-
stairs later.

Tell me your size and I'll
tell you who you are, or
who you may become…

Not was it meant to hurt
you, nor did I send for the
bait tar.

Is it nowt and nowise an
amazing concept; the inter-
stellar mother’s invention?

What will I once in a one-
liner owe you, undul’ align
you with battery… bust?

Hand me your riches, I'll
grant all your wishes –
give or take sum…


M.J.C.A. 10-11-2005