the muscles in your face
contort the lips and brow
as your processor grasps
a concept, but what and how?
maybe it’s that it was just
so outdated, five years ago.
but the theme is so vague
and your mind is so slow.
simplify, simplify, simplify
this is just redundant,
wasted and such a pity,
those words in the wrong hands
that kill trailing thoughts.
and block them with skyscrapers,
mar them with roundabouts,
is your head spinning yet?
so far, the plot suggests.
i’m trying to thread a needle
with an eye the size of
a molecule. your eye
so small, so
inept. uninsightful.
this is useless.