Speedience

I'm tangled in researchism, they're going to put things
in us to keep track of wrinkly thinking.
I ask, "Who are the stinking pigeons in charge
of these things?" They look worried and say,

"How much do you know?" It's the only thing
that gets me out there and free today,
and that's why I vote whenever I can,
I register in five states, the only problem

is keeping the ID's straight, I keep notes,
and I never show the license I drive on,
not to the police when they stop me
for researching, not to the wrinkly woman

at the noodle shop. I'm researching the culture
that makes war and also makes a piano,
language that rhymes, eye glasses, canned food,
tea towels, songs about farewell, and mustache wax.

It's wrinkly thinking, but birds still come to the feeder
on a foggy morning, and speedience is all about timing.