yanomamo indians/I murked time, and now doth time murk me

this poem is called
“information-age girondists talking unabomber lite blues”
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dude reading ipad on train
he was finding out about al and tipper gore’s marriage collapsing
his physical posture mirrored his approach to life, hunched up into semi-fetal crouch, arms wrapped around his $600 replacement for paper that also lets you play solitaire
maybe it’s not so bad

til 40 + n years do us part

i got on with my life
being ice-grilled by a five year old chinese kid
he had the same haircut as the ipad dude
thomas the tank engine DVD in a plastic sleeve in his hand
i think he thought i meant to take it from him
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