Commutative Operations Do Not Add Up Poem by Patrick Gribben

Commutative Operations Do Not Add Up

We Cummins
""i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling) "
Aortic




4SMS
Asian
oblique
rhetorical
inline
chant

lucubrations

a clognetfor Silvia

With your healing hands you make dodos fly
"Look there they go puzzled and ungrateful"
Australian safari voice
"Would passengers kindly ignore the dodos crashing into platforms; they are merely seeking attention "

The people, the people the whole platform fill
The people, the people the whole platform fill
Boulot Metro do do. Clickety clack Boulot metro clickety clackx2


Time was on another platform and somewhere else
(The 9 19 commutes exactly -entrainment begins in due course

The blood, the blood the whole heart stream fills
This train will be delayed: there is a do do on the line

Time was on another platform and somewhere else
the camels farted in the sand

You know the workings of the heart
And you know the workings of my heart

"Would you mid awfully moving your dog?
Standing is killing me

The ebb and the flow- you can show how they go blood, people, dodos, camels

Hard standing means the birds cannot fly
Unless you fix their feather- folded wings
The dodo with the broken wing flew
Free and ungrateful

Your own ills are well known to you
Time lines are a hard driver
Train platforms even harder
Where is the train driver?
Time was on another platform and somewhere else
Would the passenger putting white powder up their nose desist?
Se it Say it Snorted
Snot will not save tour septum)

You know the workings of the heart
And you know the workings of my heart

Commuters commute but they don't add up

Boulot Metro do do. Clickety clack Boulot /harrowmetro clickety clack Hackney Wick

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