You Know What I Mean

My patents are pending
For me to say what I wanted to say
Your message confusing mine
Technologies talking
Hear them say what I wanted to say
My parrot is mocking all of my
Mechanical lines
These instruments obsolete
Words are false industries
You know what I mean
My printers are knocking
Moving type into blocks into lines
And sidewalks are chalking signs
But my poetry’s failing
Can you see what you cannot define?
Are you deconstructing all of my
Derridean lines?
(«This invention will produce forgetfulness in the minds of those who learn to
use it»)