my head                                         is cloudy I need alcohol,
why am I not drunk,
beware of spyware when the
                                 entire network is composed of spyware
                the internet runs on spyware
                                                                ­                       I should be drunk
    mothers                                            I'm too lazy to go out to the liquor store; picking upp &             dating anorexic girls          outside of TJ Maxx telling them how good they look

I don't need it          going for a walk in the park;
those girls       are in  their graves                        along w/ those days                       that bad but it would be tasty right about now
the cache of naked Jennifer Lawrence photos was leaked deliberately to turn men off the naked female body


that was right before #MeToo basically said women
         aren't **** anymore
oh, those days are gone
we have crossed our Victorian thesh
hold where what was once is no more

bikinis are embarrassing                                           mmm breeding    
            Manchurian Candidates
the concept of                         cyberwars is stupid :                  how to wage psychological                                    propaganda
                superimposed  on weak                          ******* pictures                      new prophets have been born                                          oh, yeh, I need some hot jazzz                          
                                                                ­    where there s none, Chet Bake  r
ought to do me;                          working on a computer, computers, not programming code
      just trying to get decent                                               literature
                                       out of a complex espionage machine that turns                            the most brilliant poet                                                             into a hack;                                         I can see Faulkner &                                   Dostoyevsky trying to use a computer & defenestrating
it like Galileo;
                            although I think Tolstoy & Shakespeare would
                                                    
        get­ the hang of it pretty easily;
imagine Socrates using a Mac..
                                                    it's like making love to a girl w/ Down
                                                    Syndrome , which may not sound bad but
                                        computers are no smarter         than the Magic Markers we used to
                                    write on walls                              before facebook came along; sartorially &                                             in every other way
Mark Zuckerberg
                           isn't                                       smarter than a Magic Marker;

Something resembling a saber-toothed leviathan bust in my door.
Stitching a remembering in the flesh of my world.
Aching with its overbearing hunger to damage more,
Its tearing knives of sorrow dishearten and unfurl.
It does not menace a smile, nor a saddening simper, yet
It renders my body and soul weak enough to be torn by the wind.
It does not laugh or rejoice- It does not share its temper.
It renders my defense useless and my consciousness thin.
Wishing of a preoccupation in ignorance- live what’s sane.
To swing for a miracle from a distance- grow through pain.
It hollows my walls with one name: a lost love.
Bellowing all but a solution to what looms above.
Splintering my shins, defenestrating my pride,
Damaging all my being from far and wide.
As if it throws a wrench into a perfect stride,
It comes in waves to conquer and stay inside.