I felt it like a cracked screen
and my thoughts did the blue
screen. Staring inside, it was
all fractals and concatenation,
too much connection to even begin
to understand, enough idioms
to make an idiot of a savant,
a deviant of a savagely drunk
coyote, or a murder out of
a single crow. There was only
one bus and it only ran on
time. The thing was, its time
was now and now that's over,
that bus don't hunt. Better to
make the train, if you happen
to have built one decades ago.
Otherwise, better to lose faith
in every institution and crack,
like a screen, like a red light
on an early night, saving your
stomach for the rumbles that
will sure come at three o'clock
in the mourning.
Roman Ryan 