The drowned Code-Breaker’s disc
Is a solemn plot
To agents of influence,
Negative vetting.
Unutterable is his varnished arias.
Will flowers-of-age teens
Swell lungs for daddy?
Daisy squirms up FM atmospherics,
Feeling down a peg
At the tent’s ropes.
She pods him like bloated dough
In a grave-green groundsheet –
A parody of Jocelyn the cook.
Sugar-candy quickscents, mouth-watering,
Tumble from the pit of her gut.

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From the Spooks poems