Re-order expectations
and you have a new set
of values. Valences are
what those carpe philo
softies meant when they
wrote that words have
something to say. It's
an anthro-relegation
of feeling, back to the
mining leagues, where
the iron is getting ready
to be fired by finding a
few more places to grow.
Trains are not thought-
carriers, the mail is,
and so letter-carriers
are the key to the city,
where information and
its transitoriness are the
way we should look at
a bit-rot video clot that
won't last much longer
either on VHS or streaming
across the screen of whatever
size. Oh yes, distraction seizes
the point, and who cares about
defending or defining anyway;
this is the new day of new seconds,
the don't mind if I do and you do
mind if nobody does. Try to get
back to where things were going,
but can't be bothered. It's annoying
to drive and to wait and to listen
and to cook and to read, so tell
it to me straight in the form of
straight liquid idea. I'll drink it,
two ounces down, and there is
no longer a clear first person,
nothing to be nostalgic about,
and no ordering force to go
back to one's knees for and
give thanks or hatred or
contrition.
Roman Ryan 