Journo.(Brief Article)(Illustration)

 
   JOURNO 
 
   My desk's across from Racing. 
   I'm Murders-Paedophiles-Falls From Grace 
   who bellow back through a fly-screen 
   while my pen wags across the page: I make 
   stick figures without limbs, 
   a foot with a snapped leg, 
   half an arm, three fingers 
   bent back, splayed. 
   I have no second language 
   unless you count these stumps 
   of words I use, scratches 
   and splinters on shorthand paper. 
   At first glance a sheet of music 
   but with all the notes broken. 
 
   My hand's a plastic telephone. ...