Friday, September 13, 2019

Proactive Schadenfreude Fantasy

Jackasses on motorbikes
With head-mounted cameras,
Bastard offspring of centaurs
And cyclops, race down the road

Here, now, in Utah
And somewhere up in BC,
Sure, simultaneously.

(Spare me your lectures, Einstein,
On why the same, exact time
Cannot be.) Puts me in mind

Of the pure entanglement
Of every idiocy.
Something in me wants to trip
Up their trip. Something in me.

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