[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #6. The publish date is approximate.]
more eclectic, eccentric, out of touch another kernel compile, more mail A all meaning lost to all 2.0.55 bombed shortly after 2.0.31 small slice except me another man page, another util now of my random thoughts I known. continued wonder of lamers and the strange day that i keep having with power they cannot comprehend. several calls freestyle a blessing the apocalypse looms around us all throughout the for without form the calling out for the world of souls night, present mind can wonder mean next day, next year, next whatever company in one thought down the new more childish fear or maybe a tool form, comfort trail, chaos of mind for lemming mass control. i bet it of friendship. a simple expression. is the latter. just one faithless. cascading flame the warmth 1:52 and disarray is sleep comes for us all red and blue dance around. all there is. vague maybe some music so he mesmerizes poets young kid glimpse of something can relax, let broken enthralls taunts and tease to come. yesteryear. dreams take his pains.