I call it like I see it how I know, it is to be true.
Tired out, sputtering like some sniveling automotive of the secondhand variety
still revving up and ready to drive
as if to take petrol or blackmarket sludges oils
wounded by nothing, it leaps far above all competitors and preconceived wirings.
(Is it all a figment of my imagination if I realize common mistakes in this logic only now?
How do you suppress the downtown junction? I certainly know I cannot.
Banish all common thought this shred of doubt
Is it truly worth your while? I cannot make sense of this request.)
Automated frequencies
that soar beyond canine ears and off towards
something that allows astigmatisms to worsen:
Face the skyline to see the other buildings,
dozens.
Hope the glaring windows
look like stars when you squint.
