When language goes on holiday the question is begged:

"Why (or how) in an era of total information,

is everyone and everything deceiving us?"

We sit and watch

The mainstreaming of the financial,

its dangerous masculinity

 

making it impossible even to go into

the damp overhung valley

without being poisoned.

 

We are guilty of plagiarism:

We need to indicate our source

 

(the whole thing is two miles beneath the moon's surface).

 

Yes, we noted a general increase in loathsomeness,

 

as those boom and bust cycles

flash from gold to silver,

grow purple and massive from a distance

and disintegrate downhill

in avalanches of sand.

 

Thank goodness people's right brains have been eaten

by roboticized steel rats.