I wrote poems last night. They’re not good. They’re okay.
Telepast
Vrioom-vrioom go the motorcars
in constant motion on the deadbeat track
plunder and loot, a village pillaged
oil stolen and computers jacked
I had a dream last night and
it certainly was strange
I was the hero and the heroine
was the hired maid
but the maid was once my friend and I
didn’t know [...]