Web Cams Topped With English Custard Poem by Sleep D

then we can see each other in living
colour culling the kilometres with webs of electronic
far away friendship network beyond embryonic

then we can see each other in living
rooms ruminating on rumours
recruiting bandwidth with a view
viral with respect 2
your tumours treated nightly
spoken of but lightly
comparatively unsightly
with respect 2 U

then we can see each other in living
hell helping our historically limited luminaries
of technological avant tards release the reality canaries

then we can see each other leaving
each other like kiwi accents see i's instead of e's
i's before e's except after c's sees the rule broken busted
colouring the contours of my tears dropping into my half warm english custard