i can't see you
Posted: May 11th, 2008, 12:40 am
i can't see you
you are hyperlinked to yourself, invisible indivisible
by ones and nones, zeroed out by too many bytes,
mutual masturbation, playing eye for eyes in digits.
i can't find the pedal. which keyboard is this? where
is the sustain? what's to gain when anonymous users
try to enter again and again, no access. no access now,
no accessible measures or meter, petered out out
out damn fucking spot. i had a good stiff one a half
an hour before eight o'clock AM, trained myself in the
key of anonymous reverie, disappeared into atmospheric
pressure, rejected my heart,
my lungs, wrong blood type,
never checked by the administrators,
IP number turned off, coughed up blood
circuits from previously memorized tunes,
took old strings and tweaked them, rhyming
tight to fight the possible snap. i am an anonymous
user, i am unrecognized by the system; blistered by
too many bytes too many byes too many ofs, edited
by blue pencils, made fun of by ofs and bys, the meter
isn't right, the write white out hasn't been used, cruise
mistletoes explode, there is no heaven, god doesn't
exist. this is a machine. there are too many instruments
none of them in tune with each other and nobody is playing
together, there is a vacant stage and i rage
against the moon, want to smash windows, cast out
you are hyperlinked to yourself, invisible indivisible
by ones and nones, zeroed out by too many bytes,
mutual masturbation, playing eye for eyes in digits.
i can't find the pedal. which keyboard is this? where
is the sustain? what's to gain when anonymous users
try to enter again and again, no access. no access now,
no accessible measures or meter, petered out out
out damn fucking spot. i had a good stiff one a half
an hour before eight o'clock AM, trained myself in the
key of anonymous reverie, disappeared into atmospheric
pressure, rejected my heart,
my lungs, wrong blood type,
never checked by the administrators,
IP number turned off, coughed up blood
circuits from previously memorized tunes,
took old strings and tweaked them, rhyming
tight to fight the possible snap. i am an anonymous
user, i am unrecognized by the system; blistered by
too many bytes too many byes too many ofs, edited
by blue pencils, made fun of by ofs and bys, the meter
isn't right, the write white out hasn't been used, cruise
mistletoes explode, there is no heaven, god doesn't
exist. this is a machine. there are too many instruments
none of them in tune with each other and nobody is playing
together, there is a vacant stage and i rage
against the moon, want to smash windows, cast out