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Sienna Burroughs
Bellingham, Washington    Feel free to leave pointers, opinions, or any thoughts\connections. Someone once told me poetry couldn't really be enjoyed until shared. So here it is.

Poems

Johnny Noiπ Jul 2018
the first computers' walls of blinking
lights; spinning reels & AI voice: relay-
switches that could be heard for blocks,
heated to hundreds of degrees, & were
kept behind cement walls:

In 1886, the American Arithmometer
   Company is established in St. Louis,
Missouri to produce and sell an adding
machine invented by William Seward
Burroughs,  grandfather of Beat author
William S. Burroughs [             ];

In 1904, six years after WS Burroughs I's
death, the company moved to Detroit &
changed its name to the Burroughs Adding
Machine Company; soon BAMC was the
biggest adding machine company in America;

Accuracy was the foundation of Burroughs'
work; no ordinary materials were good enough

for his creation.    His drawings were made on
metal plates which could not expand or shrink
by the smallest fraction of an inch; he worked
with hardened tools sharpened to fine points,
& when he struck a center or drew a line, it was
done under a microscope;

William Seward Burroughs I invented a
"calculating machine", first patent filed
in 1885, designed to ease the monotony
of clerical work. He was a founder of the
American Arithmometer Company in 1886,
which later became the Burroughs Adding
Machine Company in 1904, then the Burroughs
Corporation in 1953; & in 1986, merged
with Sperry Corporation to form Unisys:

William Seward Burroughs I was posthumously
inducted into the National Inventors Hall of Fame
I have been insulted for sharing out
my peasant songs, pataphorical poems,
on the table of the cultural patriarchy
the insults have come in a serial flow
into my dark soul a basin of condemn,
it began as my duty to take my poetry
to the bottom of African latrine,
followed by volley of insults like ;
cerebral panicking insensitive idiot,
a gifted ******* of arsolian poetry
One other contumely went aboveboard
to announce me a better dead ******,
i wondered how much one can ****
without erstwhile duty of creation,
now i have been condemned in starkness,
to be a beautiful walking ghost
of William Seward Burroughs,
Uhm! folly of eugenics, No! i am wrong,
this  accolade, i seriously decline to take,
my innateness is not wounded at all,
by anything near to genetic disorder,
i am only conscious of my luckless past,
of Slavery,colonialism,wars,re-colonialism
Then poverty spiced by open ridicule ,
And partly trenchant and half-****** tease
firmly fuelled by racial intolerance,
i have now been mistaken in awry,
to  be a looming ghost of William Burroughs,
and i am not
i am  purely my self,
without imperious wide blood
any where in my by black veins,
i may easily have chimpanzee blood,
Flowing turbulently through my vessels,
but no tincture of white blood in my zoo,
Burroughs broke his virginity with a *****,
i have remained a ****** for three decades,
As African virgins marry only virgins,
Burroughs was the king of underworlds;
chasing lessbian prostitutes and  gays,
to quench his mad ******  appetite
the turf in which i am a  better sham,
Billy was a serial criminal, ever on the run,
my soul is clean as new pin,
in fact  gorgeously dressed
in the unique royal attires
of as a Bristol pin merchant,
Billy worshiped crime and drugs
my piety is anchored on freedom of all,
Billy went to Latin America for *****
i  have been there to mourn Gabriel Garcia,
the Nobelite who was alone in deathly  solicitude
Billy never lifted a finger against tyranny,
my arsolian poetry is center-pieced on nothing,
other than African chantings for  liberty,
freedom for the white and black peasants
perhaps to unyoke themselves,
from the yoke of vicious human avarice.