Out Of (Context)) Taken Poem by Walter Burns

I'm caught in the red rimmed
frames
of a passerby
standard of
a century nonplussed ago.
here on page twenty three
of a carefully calculated (sum= pie / eat)
short story
page 24 carries with it the un
bro
ken binding of destiny
carefully put together by manufactured hands

this is my perception
for you it carries dust
an old way of thinking
or could it be (to cover all the bases)
maybe something new
(something blue, something out of context
will often due)

a new age
a new definition for a
tired and cranky
drawkcab
adage allegory ah ah ah ah!
(stick out your tongue) this won't hurt)) a bit
still though I am caught here
and you can't type Me without a lowercase
me me you also cant type me twice

why am I caught t here
well in part icular
YOU (acronym I assume)
saw something interesting on TV (an easy 6 step process to clean up pie?)
and let the page turn to 24 (yd. t.fxrape co xprt.b jann Mcjproruy!)

This poem is unfinished due to a computer malfunction

and Who has the heart to erase anything?

you read on
to page 25 (reading with a lack of bewilderment)
wherein I fell into the street and was trampled by horses
dying a typical tragical death
oh how I'm tired of standing on this corner
looking both ways to cross!