241. your kind *

I heard some familiar words

in the Braille section

of the public lending library


where a blind man

was giving the girl

behind the counter

a good stiff talking-to


as it seemed that

the more interesting bits

of Penthouse & Razzle & Beaver Fever

had no dots remaining


worn away by thousands

of touchy-feely fingertips;


but he wasn’t getting

much joy ploughing

this particular furrow

  & she replied curtly


“It was your kind that did the damage, so

You connect the dots,

You pick up the pieces”.


“Oh no ! ”

he murmured, turning away,

“not another Laurie Anderson clone”.