God do I love the Mac. I have never had this much fun with a computer. But I digress. Nothing much is terribly new, so I will just add this random bit of freeform poetry or whatever you call it that I came up with today.
i’m trapped
melted down and fused into your
putrid plastic reality
i’m sick to death of you
trying
to mold me
force me and shape me
to conform to the form
of your warped pipedream
and
sicker still of your duality
-
heavy-handed hypocrisy
you obfuscate and subjugate
and do no wrong
your heartless mind needs this completeness
of perceived perfection to sustain the illusion
that you are somehow
worth something
to someone
Don't know where that came from, but it was written sitting in a Toyota pickup in Silver Spring.
