TIME-TRIALS AND KILOMETERS
I've gone back now one thousand years
and find nothing at all of what you're
saying. The Pope was never at Entebbe,
nor did Charles Martel invent the comb.
How does all this get started? And, anyway,
if life is a continuing process, do our
rollicking good times relate to the past
in any way? I think not. All I see are
dick-laden kids with tattoos on phones
and slimy mothers running from home.
To car washes and shopping malls. To
places of men with no conscience. All
weathered rust, pretending to chrome.
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