The data could be dodgy

This data could be dodgy.
A marker pen marks the way on some
flat things. Discs. Not fish.
Definately not fish.

Okay, fish. I'm boning up.
That's not to say I wanted to say 
something else, thoughts mainly.

My bag of goodies weighs a ton.
It is like Christmas again,
only without the Jesus. These are gifts.
Even dirty money buys things.
I'm just missing out the middle man.
Anyway, most folks won't pay cash.

Like shoaling fish these thoughts
swim, I mean dash. Dangerous music, dangerous
if you're living, that is - harmonic
tones draw sines in the air, ringing. The music
is everywhere, not at all colliding.

Your thoughts are dangerous, friend,
but harmless, thankfully, weak.
I'm hatching dinosaur eggs tonight, see.
On these my fish will feed.


Cor, January 2001