From the files, under edit compilation. Off the top. S

wrote a rhyme in wrong order
chaos simplicity, wrapped and tracked pasta border
word marauder playing monk on record her
door to door delivery days
making beats on the corner chords and ways

walk the talk tale swerving slug snail
snug in sun or hail, no email
beats blown through the letterbox
feets quick like bipedal fox
house to house nation
each family feeling inflation
wheeling their patience
painting their places

generally kind and pleased to meet faces
I take my paces, step to divide beats
accents in all places and leave spaces
for what I don’t know

hip to honour simplicity and respect the flow     
thinking on my feet discrete 
dropping news in the street
by the end of each day I’m touring complete
the map is not the territory
know some maps do cheat
but these hairy legs work and carry my meat
rain and shine rambling sublime…