well there's one thing to be said
post-punctuation & spelling blues
careering at a million miles an hour
forgetting where you are:
my flaws / your flaws
& the world vast – just
in the wake of a new Toyota.
amplitude sine wave cos e like
& borderline disorder nervous –
but these specious seconds / precious moments
possibly force a smile.
you contact New York, stay composed
& angry as if the wireless architecture is deadly
& that's your 'no-compromise' future:
signal decay. time uncovers all news,
moderately critical Japanese business traffic
means nothing / in your SUV it could be years
& you're dispassionate,
like a convenient interface –
caring only of the insured reader response.
driving into this vacuum of folklore
you seem to lack intent,
banking on heat @ the destination.
in your next life as an XP exponent
(his house commanding a view of the reef)
will privately declaim how you
screw us all over on a daily basis
& you will seem not to care.
BAZ MALLEY is emerging from the concrete of his illicit, sub-urban inscription & is no longer dust, but cypher & electron. He acknowledges the scope of language & is in all this a singularity. Baz was here.