Classic Poem

O the library
bland harmless & well heated is being automated
at this terrific rapid clip
by monster RUR & I-be-am Computers
ALGOL gargles into Machine Language bits in that mikrokosmos

Better slip back down that ridged gullet & study steel engravings in your grandfather's cyclopedias of phrenology

This shitty air generates a mannered verse
that scans like the mumble of some drunk mother
trying to flush her infant down the commode—
thank god the toilet hasn't worked since god knows when

Ricochet from the library of doctordom to the slum
& react with horror from each then
is to be a pinball rebounding from rubber bumpers
or a thermodynamic pool ball snapping off the cushions
with Left english
or Tarzanoid ball of some sort falling down holes
into sectional intercourse where young men yawn asphyxiating

Be sincere then & tell it straight from the shoulder
holster but offhand like a United States Marine Corps pistol expert
dinging them right down on in there one after the other
at Lejeune or Pendleton or Long Phuoc

ding ding

Straight
I gross national product say
straight & foursquare
with every inflection from the complex vernacular intact

but with passions from a purer & profounder soul
reaching out to all the random victimized

this first week of the new fiscal year