Jake Sheff
Sold to become a business park (June 20, 1990 – December 31, 2009)
No Roger Bannister, but still,
somebody’s got to do it: gopherwood
is piled near the lure, mechanical
as milk and honey. Mankind tumbles
tombless, whilst our ballast, after all’s,
a little small and lysed. We value tears
to face a different day. We have to.
How many outcomes are there? We have two,
but win or lose are better. Graybeard tears
around the corner’s charge, but After All’s
the wire’s sire and ahead. Time tumbles,
like autumn is beneath mechanical
ideas and it. The barks say gopherwood
controls the weather, time is still.
