I’m Afraid I Can’t do That

this is another pennied december
& machines that remember ozone
clean our rent in kitchen light
perhaps dearest geek sputters
old science is more voodoo
what was rose to our speech
is blue light therapy to me now
to conserve argues common sense
if my spirit initiates from clay
all disappearances in czechoslovakia
are here in the great grain storage
where mamma continent speaks
in comfort and immaculate turning
we have the need for more grace