STRAINED and wrapped, in some
ones leftovers, i tinker and
twitch, and take hold of the
ancient pulse, this is a belly
full of dirty manuscripts, and
noises, and in this noise your
find jesuits, slogans, and a
superturnpike with cars, cars,
and more cars.....
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ancient-pulse/
