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Glenn McCrary Jul 2014
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This…
this digital mansion in which I nest
has leveled down to nearly nothing
but a constellation of pixels
if even at the oddest of hours
at times I lapse beneath monotonous clouds
of screens as well as enjambments of codes, but,
still I discover elements…
elements of eyes, lips, noses
a cheerless reminder of just how callous
a human is capable of being,
but, too often I forget that I’m an android
and now there is something dangerously wrong with my programming
the consequences of loving a human…

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Glenn McCrary Jun 2014
“Drink of us…”
The finest words to have gushed
from such fair irises
Frankly, a piercing thirst
still kicks and screams
beneath my lips
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