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Saviour by Julia Deakin teflon tracksuit beefed-up briefcase beard like Shakespeare mumbling motherboards is running upstairs aluminium toolbox bashing spindles like a xylophone is finding best route automatically to attic switching cables under tables toolkit grinning on the floor picks tiny screwdriver from bonsai spanners dental probes and chewing gum whisks back off tower fillets green and silver innards SCSI cards and fuzzy logic tea no sugar teflon buttocks on my only office chair fetch bentwood bedroom one place little way behind perch carefully now strain to follow morse imperatives as monitor jumps to attention lights up two-faced hidden depths runs de-frag Norton anti-virus bingo boots up backs up spins down packs up £40 an hour Hello, yes come in thank you just a splash © Julia Deakin « Home | Contributor Notes » Please comment on this poem. |
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