Tarmacadam cracks
Observed from above,
Parallel lines
And tattooed loves.

Even amateurs might spot
The starless ones
Down a garden path,
For they do not yawn

When others yawn,
They do not laugh
When others laugh
And empty all the aquaducts.

These then, their heels,
Photograph albums,
Lever arch and plastic meals,
Dog collar minus a dog,

Throat had somehow
Caught a frog,
Newspaper memories
Join the dots.