bring them slaving, bring them tailoring, harvesting and matchstick sharpening a well measured strike; i'd rather die among them than among either of these or either friendships, as might be easily counted equal should the utopian dreams be finally fulfilled - i rather hang with them than have such dreams fulfilled for a gory nice radio broadcast of: ooh ooh, here's an advert woo ah ah, monkey doodle do do do... James Bond's the name, Saharan Martinis is the game... storm me a sly cold one of those, shake the Copernicus cranium while you're at it - i.e., get the womaniser's reality straight while you're at it: flashy wristwatch chequer check check (minding the winks)... 9.30a.m.*

if there is hope
in me, let me see it!
none of this
distancing as argument,
a worthwhile
read like a document's
small print; let me see it!
if i can't forget your promise
i can't make it!
let me see the small print
and cherish the pre nuptial
as an equal!
what are you now? nazis of
the female genitalia enforcing?!