(?):

A plate of semi-distant futures

Left in sort of unscrubbed tourmaline forkware

Waiting for the bacon to leap to its tines (–) ;
Killing fields of audience

Makeshift in its pre-prepared out-of-the-

Fridge whoopsie stare and on

To your plate

(or

(…)

saucer, there was tea).
I had transmissive leftover’d toward

Reportage of guests and their stewed arrival

As aristocrats did in this faded age,(.)
But it was all toast in the daisyfield

Of vegemite unfolding in the sunbeams’ aim:

(!)

O

(!)

awake, awake(;)(!), we were called like

Little children and assumed the moment

Was only for us;(,)
Yet the sullen window remasked its reflection

And opted to condemn this merrie way

To a swaggered and somewhat stunned reunion

Of cereals and swollen fruit:(:)
I had mapped the flight-mammals’ path

To no semi-practical end – (;)

It really was foredoomed to a sunrise

Of dormant species’ happy chirpings

Left and looming on some bushy hedge(,)
And the verdant britalline of the

biplane’s sunset headed toward

some unexplained horizon

swimming in my watery how-do-you-do

Mid-greetery eggs

.

(.)