Greasemonkey
6 September 2005 | Brett | Poems
I thought it would be like soldering or Latin,
worth knowing, but only just, this Greasemonkey
another leveler here to change everything
On the computer it was
six of one half, dozen of the other,
clever for people who like clever
But in our car it was capable of transubstantiation
95 without billboards
Deutschland’s HEMI® abominations
turned to Yugo and Volga and Citroën and
McMansions photosynthesized
into hemlock and corn and honeysuckle
And we could talk - my
hand on the wheel and under your
thigh - about the things we
fear, and how they’ll never really happen