Monthly Archives: November 2013

An Old Random Poem

Electric ants trace

binary paths across my dead skin,

my dormant eyes.

My cold brain radiates waves

of nothing that reach

nothing.

Tied loosely to an icy slab,

movement an impossibility,

digital spit drips down my chin,

unnoticed by a programmed smile.

Don’t try and save meĀ 

from this

technologically advanced coma.

It’s all the rage.

digital

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