Between Ghosts

Far seeing once meant
The future withholds wonderful things,
Private answers all remarkably admitted.
Now, it predicts breakfast.

-11.20.2017, the latest #spampoetry

My WordPress spam has gotten tedious. It’s increasingly disgusting ads, over and over, sprinkled with admonitions for me to monetize or SEOize this site using some method which must not be very good, else spammers wouldn’t need to advertise it.

However, my Google Junk Mail folder continues to provide useful crap for spackling into poetry.