white is hardly a colour of
surrender with you flapping
such excess of words;
next battle nearby? call me when
you encounter Hastings on
the transverse trampoline.
i find that critics have stiff
vocabularies, polished ones
ready prim and ready corset,
ready chalk for skeleton
in shadow ****** complexions,
the uncreative always speak of creativity;
it's chequers or chess, poker or bridge,
****-head gaming above all the turds,
carding to a duplex of the shuffle:
n'es pas?