Texty: Faded Paper Figures. 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?