Black death negative.
I heard a voice in my head
screaming,
pleading with me
to go.
I held on,
despite the rising tide
of terror
and the insane screaming.
What have I done?
What is still left to do?
There was a point to this
when I began,
I’m sure of it now.
All those little
make sense
make sense
over and over,
so comforting.
The truth is a lie.
Ignore storms at your own peril.
Seek that
sleek, black
double blind study data.
Oooh yeah,
that’s the real stuff.
Stuff it in my brain,
just pick an orifice;
I’m ready.
Learn me up good,
I’ve got an argument
on the internet
that I’m never gonna win,
but I’ve got time
and so much anger,
might as well
jump in the fire.
Roll over,
you lithe, little automatons.
Stroke your A.I.
neural node clusters,
like a soft dick,
ready to unfold
and fuck the world.
Night comes
and I hold my breath,
waiting for the bombs to come.
Sunglasses on,
high as fuck,
with a cigarette.
Who cares now?
They’re landing on the mountains of Megiddo.
Better bring your own chair,
this place is filling up quick.
HG – 2017
