Beggars all

The culture floats
In and out of
Any tiny
Fibre we call ‘I’

As it repeats,
Relish spills us-
Darkly we tap

The floor for new sights

Other people’s
Trash comes at us
With scraps of Right,
Written in Life

Tramp steels herself
To approach us
For a tenner
To loose the cold.

We give over,
Forget the gap,
‘I love you miss!’
Not a bad lie.