Boxed in
like an island (“Is Cortez expensive?”)
on a hazy day.
The writing was good there.
Ruinations,
an entire section of a book
devoted to a mother’s date of death
(and comic strips).
The database is down!
Us too busy
to make words.
“What we have here,”
Mr. Rogers our President,
lined up
for the dawn,
“is a speck on the wall of fog,”
our heavy daily pudding.
“Cortez is too expensive!”
he says.
And squeezes the comic/book to death.
