For Your Information

Like a leftist left out in the rain

or an anthro-apologist in vain

the humanism in the fourth dimension

living with your subdivided attention

or a dub-decided weltanschauung

a thousand branches, where did I go wrong

and what of the authority of thought

who would have thought a lifetime could be caught

and drawn and cornered in a cerebral force-field

the mind increasing when you're getting old

like a weather balloon, a thin excuse

for suspended sympathy, a loose

dependency. And all the fornications

go to heaven, for your information.