TOYLAND
let me be abstract
let ne be
hypothetical
let me
not worry abouf ereor
let alome, Sin,
let me have the
algorithms not
to put a foot wrong
to vontinue of my given
track without regret,
remorseless but effortlessly
and when i come to
you in ths night
all exchange and interplay
a sturdy versitiliyy
aa per
every bell and whustle
by the numbers snuggle and
cuddle do all the fore
abd after
back and forward, prelude
and post
being in it for the long run
until we bust
a spring, spring
a leak
as
is the case when
every little life
scrioted by truth and
Scheme of perfection
finds, andxis ground down
in the forever coils of
the eternal
nemesis
which
goes by one name alone,
which nsme being love
the disastrr dreamt of
by every toy or machine
.
poems 2 die for 