Calibrating
A Poem

My measurements scale defeated graphics memorially situated in an archaic square like before they closed all five sides The red heartbeat stopped the reed from full calling potential and writing down mixes for the next party the dire predictions of a night in town out Alone at last for good then sent to the side for swirling metric paw and tooth tinker tinker but that thought may not come out
J.D. Harms 2020
