a foxglove lives forever down roman way
watching videos been recorded on Zoom in confusion
Warm southerly poem in the latest style
she's running scared
in the video matrix, seven poems for seven times, 
lockdown in a woke world, as nights are sooner 
and the transient have the final word  
behold, spake the King - my streets 
made of marble my canal’s water turned to wine
a chicken nugget stuck to the alien's foot 
starts a new craze on Alpha Centuri.

Southern gothic.

The silence still talking carries 
across the distance
factory floored and
fading bright majestic in your looks.
the silence still talking carries across the distance.
The screen is frozen but your face I never knew.