I moved, and told 'em so.
"No, no, tell us by fax".
I did.
Again.
And a third time, eventually.
"Sorry, that's the wrong address."

The fax had both, correct.
They'd long acknowledged the old,
so the … the new must be wrong.
I've been inhabiting someone else's house for a year!
Who's bog have I been peeing in?
Who's cat have I been feeding?
Who's woman?! Errrgh!
What, who, do I say, what, to her?

Or maybe
demon's monkey
didn't bother
to read
the fax.

Bureaucracy:
that which separates organisation
from intelligence.

*Hence the collapse of my old site at xenakis.demon.co.uk.