He's a wretch and
Like all the rest he thinks
There's time to make trouble
And time to make a mess
He says,
"Punch
in automate
Stomp on, stamp out"
Mechanized and traumatized
He's tapping things obsessively
Find his boss's office
and
tears it apart
Torches the evidence
Quits his job
Voltage highways
Currents moving constantly
Blissed out and circuit
bent
He's summoned by his majesty
Anxious electric
Taps into the registry
A challenge to the monolith
The obelisk is
posturing
Sleeping monsters rise
(Manichaean Disguise)
Ransacks junk town
Glass-eyed ogre
Builds himself an
armory'
Lives like a hammer
(a vulgar dimplomacy
A new kind of prophet
Tyranny
Trauma
A
new aristocracy
Finds flaws in the eyes of his enemiesWages war and flies his flag
Prelude to the coming of
A new machine
metropolis
