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"irc" poems
what is this mind that was given to me that is able to see things i print on screen with my digital zip drive of a brain that is stuck inside a laptop main frame, ******* server uploading and crashing sending pings and things to hackers who perform doss attacks and web cracks and serial cracks while eating cereal going over javascript material program landslide juno got bit by emails and other technical software jargin computer guy got the blue screen of death corruption on the web the spider metacrawling and setting it on angelfire i google the facebook twitter and hot wire my car on the trader the wall street journal and the white house, **** sites and white owls, getting arrested and being hired by the government, the money's spent, criminal punishment, in cells locked up no breakfast but lunch under the crack of a door inside ur naked *** on irc chat, the warez rat, pirates on bays and whispers from kittens, brown paper packages exploding a smidgeon, binary, metamorphosis, code program gold, warning anti virus and spywares, baghdad to china, spy on private, eyes on cameras, cell phones like trackers, global position mappers, predator drones, video games, nfl madden, mad men, and happy wal marts, hacking wal mart, with social engineers, traveling the silk road with a cloak ip address revoked
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 4:15 AM UTC
The Silk Engineer
i am the controlled group i expected interferon and i got a saline injection hepatitis c is the monster hiding under my skin i've called for 300,000 favors from faceless friends - IRC, IRBs, dietitians, physicians to try to cheat the system and to cheat the 4 horsemen harbinging my own internal apocalypse "If they don't give me anything," I began calmly to my wife; "the scars on my guts will generate another Chernobyl out of frustration; out wanting to see my son graduate." my white blood cell count is 3 and i will wreck this study go to mexico and buy as much real medicine as i need to survive rudely refusing the FDA's 50% miracle drug the ingenious intravenous sugar pill i only have 3 white blood cells circumventing valuable scientific knowledge is not off the table i will walk away in slow motion after saving my liver from hepatitis hellfire horse jockeys in lab coats with the entirety of clinical research burning behind me
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC
placebo
It was immaterial who had fired the first proverbial shot in the great Schenectady logomachy. What was immediately clear, however, after the proverbial dust had proverbially settled was that the battle had left no survivors. Proverbially. And what had begun as a simple ballot measure to rebrand the municipal mascot had ended in the annihilation of every intellect in Schenectady County. And much of the East, West, and No Coast regions of the United States. The grass roots campaign to replace the Schenectady Patriot with the Schenectady Concientious Objector (a figure no less devoted to country, but more "free thinking," its proponents would argue) had gathered unexpected steam when introduced to the public at large in a tweet by the nation's commander in chief. The inevitable result being a relentless and fast paced evolution of the story by all-day-all-night-all-the-time news producers. All using the same words with different tone and inflection. And the relitigation of every detail by 37% of American households. Including 6% that didn't actually give a **** but enjoyed participating. So what had been good natured and modestly ambitioned civic badinage progressed through all the stages of twenty-first century newspeak familiar to the politically observant of the time. With any nuanced or genuine debate relegated to micro-audienced podcasts and IRC channels scattered about the internet. And when the measure passed. As part of a pendulum swing greater than itself. The victors taken by surprise and frayed at all edges by the death threats and vitriol visited upon them in the preceding weeks felt sure that everything would be better off simply left alone. While their detractors apoplectic foretold the end of civilization. And prepared accordingly.
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 6:02 AM UTC
Logomachy
It was immaterial who had fired the first proverbial shot in the great Schenectady logomachy. What was immediately clear, however, after the proverbial dust had proverbially settled was that the battle had left no survivors. Proverbially. And what had begun as a simple ballot measure to rebrand the municipal mascot had ended in the annihilation of every intellect in Schenectady County. And much of the East, West, and No Coast regions of the United States. The grass roots campaign to replace the Schenectady Patriot with the Schenectady Concientious Objector (a figure no less devoted to country, but more "free thinking," its proponents would argue) had gathered unexpected steam when introduced to the public at large in a tweet by the nation's commander in chief. The inevitable result being a relentless and fast paced evolution of the story by all-day-all-night-all-the-time news producers. All using the same words with different tone and inflection. And the relitigation of every detail by 37% of American households. Including 6% that didn't actually give a **** but enjoyed participating. So what had been good natured and modestly ambitioned civic badinage progressed through all the stages of twenty-first century newspeak familiar to the politically observant of the time. With any nuanced or genuine debate relegated to micro-audienced podcasts and IRC channels scattered about the internet. And when the measure passed. As part of a pendulum swing greater than itself. The victors taken by surprise and frayed at all edges by the death threats and vitriol visited upon them in the preceding weeks felt sure that everything would be better off simply left alone. While their detractors apoplectic foretold the end of civilization. And prepared accordingly.
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