Worm

[Andeh]

Jumbled together individual letters collected to form of love, mind sweat, invisible tears
papers on Africa, odes to dead young men
inside a silver box spilled upon with nonalcoholic drink
and paperclip dents

slowly he creeps from a mind of a young evil hacking genius
crawling anonymously through my files eating away at my stories' soul

The next day I am unaware of the blankness of a dark-shadow dream
I pull up my creativity- the evidence- it is gone

Left I am with a blank screen paper
Alone I am with memories of writing
I curse then thank the slithering cyber one
which forced me to start anew with words

A mixed blessing

[stilltrucking]

I don't know what to say
except I enjoyed reading it
and I am sorry too.

Probably does not relate but I am reminded of an essay called The Worm of Consciousness.

[joel]

eating away at my stories' soul

all the stories
all the writing
all the images
all the verses
all the moments
all the anguish
all the memories
all the orgasms
all the effort
all the boredom
all the stories
just one soul