"trackers" 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
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 4:15 AM UTC
Today was grocery day.
I didn't want frozen pizzas or chips.
I wasn't looking for juices or dips.
All I was looking for were crackers, And crackers Is what I got.
Three boxes of Wheat thins.
The family sized Cheeze itz game me grins.
Tons and tons of triscuit crackers.
Gliding across the stores bar code trackers.
But best of all was my glorious box of Chicken in a Biskit.
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
I taste like rolled cigarettes and chocolate.
My fingertips are torched
a bittersweet burnt that comes
from a night of music and
thought-plagued action.
Oil and acne plot my hairline
as I stare through the orange
of the streetlamps to the
stars barely visible above,
tapping my feet to
the tune weaving in-and-out
of our arms and toes
as we cool on the autumned stoop.
Black putouts mark the sidewalk
where we wish to tread like
animal trackers, hunting the next
place for us to eat, to belong,
nomads of the land without true bearings.
Clear sight of the skymap eludes our
grasp, with our hands reaching out
against the never-ending heavens,
searching for real, and its contrast
against real.
And then it hits me:
What a ******* fraud I am.
So much so, that I become
vehemently sick to my stomach.
I ***** the remains of our ****
on the concrete table, and watch
as the deer circle us to applaud
our next musical movement
as we dance to their ancient
hove-stomped rhythm.
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 2:32 AM UTC
Don't look at me
Stare straight ahead
The camera sees
And hears what's said
Fear 'Little' Brother'
In the phone for when
Everything's discovered
You turned you in
Bots with your social
Your facebooked look
And alexiacon vocals
Read you like a book
It was you but only you
Who fed 'Big Data' bots
Letting trackers through
Accessing all you got
Surveillance in any hand
A.I. genies in all reflections
Takes itself from every man
Knowing every direction
Losing a piece of me
Is losing a piece of you
If you come close you see
You're a chess piece too
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC
I asked him
the old one
how to t-r-a-c-k and trap
find
fine
l i n e s
in fresh dirt
s i f t through the carrion
they did not devour
s m e l l the droppings
to know even more
of their sacred work
even with his eyes closed
he knew
but did not say
that I am among
the lazy learned
who did not see
the p-r-i-n-t-s
I leave,
and the ones I read
are also
t-r-a-c-k-s
that may lead
to traps
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 8:37 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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Moo. Herd Immunity. Moo.
"I don't know what herd immunity is, but when you
add that to the people who have acquired immunity,
it looks like it could be very close to herd immunity.”
-Texas Governor Greg Abbott,
as quoted by the Washington Post via The Houston Chronicle
Moo. Herd immunity. Moo. Simple math.
Moo. Very close. Moo. Vigilant. Moo. Proactive.
Moo. Efficacy. Moo. Calculation.
Moo. Dashboards. Moo. Trackers. Moo. Asymptomatic.
Moo. 70% Moo. 80%.
Moo. Fourth surge. Moo. Waves. Moo. Gaps. Moo. Pockets.
Moo. Complications. Moo. Misunderstandings.
Moo. Factors. Moo. Threshold. Moo. Duration
Moo. Emerging. Probable. Moo. Data.
Moo. Equation. Moo. Very close. Moo. Died.
“I don’t know what herd immunity is…”
Moo.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 9:18 AM UTC
Sat her castle, cold and dark
Upon the jagged hill
Surrounded by the deepest wood
Where seemed the time stood still
There in the wood a cottege sat
Of neat and propper trim
None should dare to enter there
The wood belonged to him
Both existed in a solitude
and lived within their ways
He locked himself away each night
She did the same each day
She had been of noble birth
A Barroness title to her name
Yet a brief encounter late one night
Her blood it left to taint
He'd been a hunter most all his life
and held a trackers skill
But he was bitten late one night
of the wolf he thought he'd killed
An age has passed since that time
and each lived on their own
Far away from mortal eyes
Carrying their curse alone
Til the night she walked the wood
Farther than she'd ever been
And came upon the cottege door
and carefully stepped in
A thunderous roar, it launched at her
poised to the attack
She bared her fangs and glared at it
As the chains had held it back
The Vampress and The Wolf's eyes met that night
both glowing green and red
What could have been destruction both
Something magical happened instread
The moon now hid behind the clouds
and showed his human form
A flame ignited in her cold dead heart
Her body began to warm
Seeing clear her beauty held
His rage did quickly melt
His heart beat fast, His mind consumed
by these new emotions felt
And now the castle, nor the wood
seemed as dark nor cold
As the Vampress and the Wolf
had eachother to hold
Share!
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 4:02 AM UTC
One morning after interrogations
and permitted rest, a training day warning:
Objects look bigger than they appear.
Gunshot was fired again.
Along with flair and sentiments in fancy frames.
She was told to stand-up again
and He was told to run for his life as far as he can.
He was shot dead after a few feet.
She was let go only to allow trackers
to find the others.
Facing seducing blades and machines
in lines of neon relief, we bury in a hurry
forsaken selves.
She shakes cold under someone's embrace,
wonders about how staying together
may also be just another lie.
Sharpening blades tonight,
Oberon and the Moon covers a skeleton.
By sunrise, the towers are unmanned,
chasing and hide-and-seeks.
A survival meeting that never existed.
A radio singing while someone works and eats.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
A wolf can hear a cloud pass overhead,
Can smell the men with poison, guns and psalms.
A sacrifice of lamb will save his daughter,
His sons, his wife. A hart will do as well,
Or rodents though it takes a large amount.
The last Connecticut wolf was shot dead
In 1837, the rest forced
West, with other natives. The Custer wolf,
A renegade, learned the trapper's conjure,
Survived ten years despite the bounty set-
Five hundred dollars, a king's ransom then,
Enough to draw the famous trackers west.
No place for a spirit that howls, or speaks
In tongues, and that is what I do, as well
As I know how, untethered to a school
Of thought, for thinking isn't what it takes
To make the sounds that scare a full grown man.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
Key in the four digit code,
you have entered the...
loading bay.
we're here
somewhere on the map
looking for a way out.
The grid number
is part of the four digit code
the key's on the road
the road's on the map
key the coordinates in
and that'll be that.
but
It's hard to do when
you're looking through
black glass.
and me
as cracked as I could be
can see what corrupts me
and
I am the key
to
the skeleton in the cupboard.
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC