EXTRICATE

EXTRICATE

doorlegged you

remain six paces

a'head, willing

prey, unwilling,

your paper-horned

Actaeon doggedly

behind.

NOW HERE

NOW HERE

the new year whimpers,

as unready as Æthelred II,

unwilling to step

out of the time machine,

choosing instead, to

remain, comforted,

in the soundwaves of

another annum, unable

to expel itself from

our throats.