This here poem was writ in concerns with zero tumblarity

which old man knows not what means except to imagine that

with no one watching i can write what i want

which i do anyway

the sky robot effigy swung cloudward

attached at the ground

gravity shifted completely

the metal scraps from a mile away

scraped along the ground at increasing speed until the slapped 

and clung to the local magnet school

we forgot how to make simple things

like hula hoops and food

where’d that book go.  its here somewhere.