22 Jun 99 | Playing king

…. Then he went about his usual manner of stroking his neck.

Separations were ready on his desk.

He clicked a few times, corrected some spellings and

stroked his neck again. Surveillance video was tracing him,

focusing over his hands, zooming on to his nails.

       He stroked again and typed:

A Lion, behind a green pocket,

getting parcel packed,

licking fifteen samples of sweets alongside marching boots,

rubbing down sugary, fading faces.

All this is better than you are.

                     _ Your dumb ass.