Saturday, August 26, 2017

Poem 180: But No

WEIRD druid math, numberless.
UNweird gun math, with unweird numbers
for simpletons
and the mad

'more red is in it'
heating up with
throbbing
literalist calculations

if only you could forget that network
and delete that accounting
then we could have some fun

god knows I'm up for almost anything









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