His Own Devices Poem by noel maddock

Left to his own devices
An air of chug chug communication takes
Not just precedence but overtures
Its self established way through
Chats with Elena in the bookshop
Her 'very clever' boss' paranoia
As illicit a backdrop as you'll ever want
To setting Annie straight in his listing head
The cultural mishmash both a new fad dance
And lab experiment doomed to failure
Her coloured cards shuffling deep in her chest
His own devices, their damning universality
Hear this humming, see this piston arc
Now fleeing, now caressing a mark
Like a fist thumping, jabbing
Reality; ingratiating the moonlight
Even as it illuminates the contraband
Stark