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A Pint of the God Machine

A pint of the god machine

Surfing the digital space

drifting

and sifting throughout the net

to find the key

and yet it never appears

so as I might fear

there is a fee

to pay for knowledge

little universe in a box

and I’m trapped in a state of mind I cannot describe

strange and stranger still yet

there is a way about machines I don’t quite understand, as I’m sitting in a 
space of not my own creation being yearned on by beats I did not breath life 
into, and still yet I drift and pseudo-surf throughout the space of cyber

and I’m lost

I cannot find my desire

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Suburbia Revisisted

Electric Bleeps and bloops
Powerlines buzzing as the

Sunset going behind the roofs

O’lovely neighborhood lost
Facades of families
And degeneration
Of cultural paradigm
No crime
Just a hollow 
husk town
Consuming the lives o’the poor folks
Sigh sigh
but alas
The community 
dies
slowly

highway burning over the hill

and man I’ve got way too much 

time

to kill

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This Past Hours Recollections

AM:00

and the ambient intelligence around me grows
and the dread lights resound
they are too bright I can’t hear myself think
they are too loud buzzing and I cannot hear myself think
Think think think
and I swear I saw a sound moving ever so carefully across the carpet
as a beam of light enters the machines brain
and a thought is constructed
however feeble and lame
and I’m dying to know to know
what it knows about itself
or the outside of its own shell
Just as I am trapped in my own form
and constricted
we are all dying to know what anothers life is like to walk in ones shoes as the 
say
but without a way to do so
that is our world
today

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Temporal Ghost Trips

Drifting through the lounge, floating all the way towards the store.  Feelin’ 
through the old tomes and pristine newer articles.  Trying to find a cadaver of 
knowledge to feed from.   I find myself back amongst friends in the lounge as a 
whispering nymph bothers and twitches my shoulder.  Gyrating and dancing like 
someone at the club she whispers temptations of darkness and grim tales of luck 
and love into my auditory nerve complex.  The mini universe inside my skull 
formulates and thrashes about trying to figure out the riddles left and right, 
obtuse and sharp.  I dream of better days when all my friends and foes would 
gather for love and loss.  Now there is a stagnation and little more then 
temptation for unreachable more.  Frustrated I lie back in my body and pout.

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Poetry As a Lie

Arrangements of particular sounds
and spirits never mended
by these renouncement of desire
just nothing more then wood wood would
wouldn’t dare say it’s added to the pile like wood to the
pyre
or the fire
Terrible chimes of rhymes
announced practically beforehand
forget rhyme 
or meter
or the feeding of words to canvas
nevermind it all
just forget me to time
and call it a day