You can reach me on the field telephone
Market your charm on the overarching drone
Mimic the wisp of gourmet memory
Snarled round the spine of your family tree
Grandstanders grandstanding
By the league of egoists
Thwarted cartography
On the floor of the sea
Your coat-of-arms bespeaks your prestige
But your hay day muscles have all atrophied
In this door-creaking sensitivity
Underwater contest and I awake gasping for surety
Telegram to Tegucigalpa
Wire express on a scrawny llama
Making provisions
To stifle your trauma
