yanomamo indians/I murked time, and now doth time murk me

this poem is called
“information-age girondists talking unabomber lite blues”

dude reading ipad on train
he was finding out about al and tipper gore’s marriage collapsing
his physical posture mirrored his approach to life, hunched up into semi-fetal crouch, arms wrapped around his $600 replacement for paper that also lets you play solitaire
maybe it’s not so bad

til 40 + n years do us part

i got on with my life
being ice-grilled by a five year old chinese kid
he had the same haircut as the ipad dude
thomas the tank engine DVD in a plastic sleeve in his hand
i think he thought i meant to take it from him

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