by this point i don't care...
it's just like history's
hello again...
i'm back in America's 1960s
with a missing Malcolm X
and Luther King Jr...
10K poem i by accident
deleted (these the remnants)...
but then there are flying
tin cans and other iron
centipedes on the train tracks...
it doesn't matter as much
as the tweet on Monday
about crap train services -
it's honest, this
resuscitation of poetry -
but it's pointless,
it's no so much about how
you feel, but how easy it
is to commute from a 9 to 5
and sit back and watch
the television (Plato's cave)
unfold - the power brokers
are still the homeless people...
they instil more fear into
the populace than a ******
with a Stalin combined;
sure, every poem is like a tweet,
and every tweet is like
a poem... childishly abused
by all the other arts, poetry,
it's still like a ****'s strength
among the flower-blooming culprits...
weeded is still comes back...
i guess it's because people like
someone talking into excesses of
dis-affirming rhymes... but no...
talk poetics they'll lie that you threw
a pint of beer across the room...
people fear poets in the same way they
fear non status quo politicians...
good poets i mean...
not poets that think tweeting is poetry...
and those performance poets?
the Olympics is going on,
they all sound like out-of-breath
synchronised swimmers.