Mark E Smith was totally wired
And hence or nevertheless
He was always worried
A crooked man walked a crooked mile
Across an unkempt acre
Exhausted by its own productivity
You could try to inventory the weedy residue
In the same manner that we recall
Superfluous details after a deadly disaster
The sign for Checkers a tuft of wild fennel
The blower shuts off responsive to some control
Only in its absence do you notice its presence
A trillion organisms in the wasteland
Relevance a matter of taste