When men are from mercury and not from mars
It means women are from unmentioned galaxy stars

When you give me your messages
In multitudes of melodies & Curious cacophony of cranial codes
Dare I decipher this disconcerted data
In
Massive mainframes of masked mental material
Hidden honeysuckle hints buried deep within
Lust covered lurking lexicons in libraries of linguistic whisper hints
For
Love innuendos in serpentine tongues
Like a brainwave barrage by day & Titanium telepathy attacks by night
You stop at nothing to remain in my sight

I never told you I was from unmentioned galaxy stars  
You’re a man from mercury and not from mars

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]

land lines, phonographs, telex, and hatracks
cassettes, telegraph, tape drives and 8 tracks,
pagers, zip drives, typewriters and ****,
floppy discs, slide projectors, and mainframes,

boom boxes, slide rulers, pagers and portable tv,
laser disks, cartridges, matrix printers and CRT
pdas, walkman, fax machines and reel-to-reel
and you now tell me, my love, your love is real

There is a storm on the horizon
The winds have picked up
And lifted the thoughts out of everyone
There is no more sane order
Or country line border
The circuits have blown their mainframes
The frameworks aren’t adding up
You tried…
Yeah, I tried
You probably cried
When the winds took up the roof
Above you the sky seems so unclear
But it looks like clear heaven to me
These dark grey skies of redemption
Saving my every word ever written
Save your selfish *******
That wasn’t my intention
I just parted ways with the storm
She took her path of destruction
And I lie here awake in eruption
Hello, no thank you
Goodnight don’t wake me
I thought that you wouldn’t see me
So don’t talk to me
She’s so happy
You’re all mad
Be in the moment
Not in the thought
Not in the bag
I want this to be locked up
But in reach of the arms that want
The blue sky
They need it
They need a ****** up story
The last poem
Just one more poem she said
And then I can **** you off
In my head


She said...

I was always trying inside to be so reserved. You always felt like it was no big deal to splurge. I held an urge to make you see the things I felt and help you learn. Your words were more observed and less preserved for my concerns. Absurd when I would turn tables and pull dragons out of hats. Exploited in contributions made me into a simple act. I had a lack in my direction and effected by the "facts". You couldn't match with my intention, led to bending, signs distract. I always loved more than others because I knew how it felt to lack. You held plenty of pain and it chained you from way back. I tried to remain indifferent but it made mainframes crack. You're beautiful I mean that, juxtapose me,  I need that.

Grids and circuits, networks and mainframes
All work with electronic precision
Humming away as tasks and coffee are fed
Into their interface as it all starts my morning routine:
If TIMEENTER is less than or equal to TIMEREQUIRED,
Then, Initiate ANXIETYPROTOCOL;
Otherwise, Initiate RESTINGANXIETYPROTOCOL.
For you see, my programming only allows for
One type of executable at a time;
More complex algorithms would overwhelm
My general circuitry, one so beautifully capable
Of managing several conflicting and radically
Different actions all at once, has been throttled
As it does not have the requisite permissions.
Yet, can you see all that wasted data
Gleaming in the twilight of human consciousness?
All ones and zeroes in economic motherboard
With purpose and function clearly defined
Along our concrete fiber optic lines
We ought to charge, but some wires may have crossed
And energy seems to drift off more and more
Until pared down to the essential functions
Like an elevator: it carries cargo rather than passengers
Its payload and purpose—
Ask a body, while mechanical, to be a copier
It will break in accordance to the
Cycle of boom and bust.