SYSTEM

SYSTEM

he wrote himself a poem
a spaceship-sized  poem

felt
   so proud
and all about it,
his
   Shakespeare-
                      sized poem

which,
    to fit in with everything.
accommodate the Universe
(every universe)
he had to
warp space/time
(exceedingly difficult for one
not so exceedingly Sumo)

world-modelling at liberty,
ad nauseam,
     he found so much
extra-terrestrial
to balance
     in haiku

sent it to you
(with many an “or else”
implicit should
you dare to fail to read it)

which
   had you had the time
enough sacred precious time
to endeavour
to read it

and inclination too, your
tank long
     running on empty,

you would have made,an effort
(I assured you
I would say)

so much overloaded, sink
stacked up to high heaven

long overdue
    and much warranted

a break with
your system, absolute break
with every comprehensive
algorithm

the proof of this pudding
being how
      far from spectacularly
it did
   contrive to fail