Grim Swatch

Dog black billows up from where no draft excluder dares,

macro the not knowing round the next corner

until I'm panting calculation.

In the city sweating bullets swearing I'll never be alone

or free of wildly differing expectations around code.

Con Ed said that shameless dancing cable out front could have

killed someone,

the FDNY gaffered it to a lamppost.

Treaties for all who overcorrect for the spiny things of life

whilst I minimise my response to them.