iii. editor's blues
All messages appear red bold and speeding.
Never read anything twice and you will understand
the way things got this way.
Every day after day
keeps going keeps switching on its on
squaring of the squaring up
the supersupreme that manifests the mean.
Ever felt yourself the agent
of an Almighty Buffoon?
Ridden like a fly-by-virus,
a continent by plates,
a nature underneath
with secret interests not your own?
Five hours behind myself
the days end up in the sky.
I am burnt steak
Never read anything twice and you will understand.