patterns emerge from static
recognizable swirls whirl
heatmap habbitrails
hitting handi ramps
transitioning seamlessly
routes rote routine
not a messenger
more mailman like
Mr McFeeley
predicated predictability
right around this time
every fucking day
clockwork like
like-like
like really like
it’s done that way
because
that’s the way
it’s done
last thing we need
is a dispatcher
all bark no bite
been there
done that
phantom nostalgia
ass pocket U-lock syndrome
good old daze
retrospectively
mailroom mailroom
what do you see?
I see urgent memos
looking back at me
printed & posted
on bulletin boards
faded from fluorescent light
so 13 years ago bro
nobody reads that shit
budget numbers
box numbers
insufficient address
dead letter office
time tables time
we now join
our regular routine
already in progress
sitting on park bench
may or may not play
in a Jethro Tull way
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