Last to Know

This one guy was s-o-o-o literally hip, and avant garde,
that oftimes he would say “sic” when quoting himself.

In some areas,
of some places,
some people now seem to believe
that it’s not near as much fun as it used to be,
to be the last to know.

Once you wander away from the City,
you’re always standing on a sensitive spot.

There is an inner speed to things,
and then the apparent one.
(Temples and accelerators have misweighted metronomes.)

There is a serious side to everything,
but it’s the dead side…so, there!

J.