It Became Fast Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Life in the slow past.
Machines to make casts.
Man left his two feet.
Onward machines and water fleets.
Faster and faster to run.
Horses - trains - cars plus fun.
Planes - turbos - rocket sleds.
UPWARD - ONWARD - NEVER DEAD.
Life grew into a complex song.
25 hour days - not too long.
Cris cross - tumble - spin round.
Lighter minds less profound.
I must escape for a day.
A mortgage for a days pay.
PLASTIC CARD - SPEND TILL DEAD.
Don't have time for bed.
High-octane vapor fumes.
Psycho wards and flowers bloom.
Spinning circle manic life.
All confusion - high as a kite.
51 cards - where's the ace? ? ? ?