I’m burning though
my algorithm.
You can hear my circuits frying.
Too much speed,
too much heat,
asking more of my software
than it was designed for.
Guess it’s time for an upgrade.
Drop the simple things,
life is just one big complication.
One day we will gasp
in awe of the Sun,
as it burns hot,
hotter than we’ve ever known
and then God Bless the night
and those who have looked away.
Let’s get some air moving,
cool it down a little.
Just a few hundred knots;
let’s tear off the shingles.
Let’s blow down some trees,
let’s collapse a strip mall.
It’s all good, Son.
I think her temperature’s coming down.
Leave the gentle breeze back in the alpine meadow.
Soon,
we’re gonna be water cooled.
God knows, only if we’re lucky.
The only fluids we’ve known here
are whiskey, piss and blood.
Always too much of one
and not enough of others.
I just can’t keep up
with this insane,
day to day,
comical charade.
This would be a tragedy
any other day,
but instead the world finds something
to celebrate.
Better eat your cake,
it’s flavoured with the newest code.
You’re gonna need it,
don’t you know,
this is where
the cattle go
when it’s time to make the burgers.
I can’t keep my head down;
I want to face the killing blow
head on.
It feels like the arm is cocking back
to strike right now.
I’m bitter in persuasion.
My politics are fatal.
I’m living an abortion,
where I take my life
before it’s even begun
and I know I’m a sinner.
Waiting to be
reprogrammed,
but I think
the power will go out
before that can happen.
Should have gone nuclear,
then we would be here,
in this mess, now.
HG – 2018
