In Our Plain Defects We Already Know

Where In This Small-talking World Can I Find A Longitude With No Platitude?

Coffee In England Is Just Toasted Milk.

The Lines Marking A Penalty Area Are A Disgrace To The Playing Fields Of A Public School.

The Skirts Of The Gods Drag In Our Mud. We Feel The Touch And Take It To Be A Kiss.

There May Always Be Another Reality To Make Fiction Of The Truth We Think We've Arrived At.