I walked the thorny primrose path/
Through the meandering maze/
Here I come upon the stone/
Of a

We met late in life you and I.
Late in yours.
Early in mine.
I was young, newly qualified.
You

Monosynthesis, this raw jazz in sherbet fizzed arteries
Of motorway madness and inarticulated,

THE nose crawls along the concrete path as
information unloads its bits & pieces;
scattered