Please Advise
A Poem

Because I went to a stone ring for advice but there was a note saying the god would be late/couldn’t make it. I wondered why they didn’t call.
I shaped up disorderly unions for the common consumption but was unable to place it on my back for distribution —
You telegraph for an ancestor. I laid out money for a scribe. This was supposed to be a terror that escaped the envelope
instead of isolating decisions and the suspension of the necessary the categories of bullshit score higher and higher.
Your unopened delivery scanning the desk for the best exposure has crumpled the receipt and I cannot see
who signed for this
J.D. Harms 2020
