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
poems 2 die for 