Encyclopedic mainframes
Lap-top heads
Power-boxes for multitudinous outlets, plugs, chargers
Conduits manipulating
Fiber-optic arteries
Artificial energy
ZAP
Pale lights
Computers aglow in dark cloistered bedrooms
Powered pacemakers stalling at microwaves
Electrocuted blood - cookied fantasies
Ads proclaiming everything free!
Pharmaceutical elixirs for limpness, lumpiness, loneliness
Snake-oil for suffering
Nigerian kings, Syrian refugees
*******, clever memes, whimsical gifs, shocking news, witty banter
Socio-politic-religous-diatribes
Spewing on every thread

Existential *****.
Aroma-less cuisines
Vacuumed vacations
Youtubed communions
Suicide selfies.


Crucifixdrones - pedolandia
Jdate.POF.AshleyMadison.Match. Eharmony.SpeedDate.OKcupid
CG. Missed encounters...
Serial killers,
Pixalated *******, vein-throbbed **** shots, cardboard gloryholes

Instagramed I
Inviolate I
Internet I

I    I     I

No sweaty arm pits, cottage cheese, gray nose hairs or belly fat
Computer [ScreenShot]
While behind, posters hang: The Doors, Tupac, NIN, The Smiths, Hendrix, Joy Division, Nirvana

HandshapedHeart.

2D souls
Text-dating
144 word manifestos
#revolutions
Archetype emoticons

Doodled centaurs
Caged in matrices

Transcendental notes
Need a hit
Of internet smack

A line, a pinch, a drag
A like, a comment, a kudos
A reply, a thumbs up, a share, a poke
One measly view
Baby, come on, give me a fix
Just one
Notification: ding-beep-buzzzz
I want to dissolve like alka-seltzer in tap water
Otherwise I'm a used-up toothpaste tube
Sitting in a dank medicine cabinet

If not, I am
A stick-figure created from matches
Drowning in a drum of gasoline

Not buried beneath pregnant soil
No. dumped into blue recycling bins.

[Ctrl +Alt+Delete]

I knew a girl once.
And she was beautiful.
Black hair curled down to her waist,
A comforting word and a pair of kind eyes helped me in the dark nights.
But the others couldnt see her beauty.
They were to concerned about what was between her legs.
They mocked her long hair and skirts,
Telling her to stop pretending and be normal.
She gave up her identity to the blade of a kitchen knife.

I knew a boy once.
And he was popular.
He partied, he made friends, he had fun.
He made everyone feel included.
He helped me in a strange new place,
Helped me find peace in others.
But his dad only found peace in the bottom of a bottle.
Alcohol did nothing to damage his aim,
And begging did nothing to help the sting.
The boy left us behind with the help of the belt that ruined him.

I knew someone once.
They didn't fit in well.
They drew a lot of weird things,
Wrote a lot of bad poetry,
And couldn't quite figure out how to talk to people.
But they loved the rain.
Sometimes they would sit and watch it for hours, perfectly content.
One day, they started a poem.
They wrote and they wrote and they wrote,
And when they were completely satisfied,
They opened the window to see the rain better.
They sat on the window sill, looking out at the pouring rain.
Then they smiled.
Took a deep breath.
And jumped.

Desperate I stood
Bruised from shame
A man on the edge of decay
With an olive branch
She brought me back
Into her forgiving heart
The next morning self-satisfied
I left without remorse or goodbye