Bent Shapes
big machines
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This dismal epistle
(grounds enough for my dismissal)
wherein I say,
âThings would be great if great things could stay that wayâ
Maybe Iâm just depressed âcos
no oneâs gonna let me starve to death,
or âcos Iâm doing well,
so much so that I must frustrate myself.
Iâm into making hungry scenes,
losing teeth through loose chattering,
and shivering in my dripping dreams,
the kind they make on big machines.
Yeah, I grew up here, but
learned English from the TV, too.
In those young, slow years
what else was I supposed to do?
Itâs like all your fun-lovers
are only regional numbers:
divided parts to a sum
and vici, vidi where theyâre coming from.