P.O.E.T.S. DAY

Long listed descriptive mess
Performing for its author
A conventional service, unusually.
Pretending to attract her
Or him to rest upon a point,
And all the while symbolise safely.

Furthermore preparing the way
For out of page experiences
Where any words can carry weight,
And do never less than more
To inveigle themselves inside the mind
With overnight strayed litter.

Or under day instead, by candle signals,
Replacing night smoke unseen,
And Morse code unheard,
And posting people lost along the way,
Or left by the social to explain themselves
With electronic communication encouraged.

Like it or not it left for a drift,
And settled increasingly quickly
Upon better dressed surface material;
Chattered and spat out at parties and such
In place of real conversation pieces,
And lettered in old world imperial.