From the cliff of your nose
to a point on the horizon
an angle miles out
an observation
A hitch: watching makes generalized
generalizations appear.
We eat Cane’s Chicken Fingers with extra
Cane’s sauce. You think “If chickens really had fingers I wouldn’t eat them.”
Harmful imagination strays from your face
through an unknowable vocabulary.
I forget to hack your mechanics. I forget to trap
your judgment. Logical
atrocities leave talking channels. We float
questions and sell schedules. Chase twisted guesses
through a gradual merger-sealing collapse. Toward
the day we meet our fate as fingers.
I forget to hack your mechanics – what an intriguing line. I like it.
Thank you.