This amnesia thread unwinds--
I don't bother bleating,
or speeding to kinder blanker skulls...
The gunshot hole chrysanthemum
and great walnut escape are only over glass roads
and boxed boxes waiting to be broken down--
remade into bags, cheap children's furniture,
and idiot robots who can't tell the difference
of the mini flowered assination
and the deep ice of wild geese mountain
but no time to be a bug of thought
as the future worry wars and real wars
precede the 15 minutes and internet drone,
to assert spare cogs by flying by,
welcome to the machine.