I
am
the
Internet.

I've
always 
wished I 
was one
of those 
poets 
who hated
and loathed
like
"You stupid
bitch
die, 
die,
die."

Oh well.

He's a cyberpunk
listening to his cyberfunk,
with his interface
surfing the netwaves.
Looking for the netgirl
in a digital world
made of pixels
which he mixes
into his electro-drink
at Bar Cyberspace
in this cyberplace.

How deep
does love run?

Daughters
taxi
at airports
for
daddies.

I wonder,
about
French cool
and photo-chopped
shoots.

I audit
not to attend them.

Though...
maybe I should find out.

Tears
on shoulders down
motherless fathers
for the sons whose 
dad's were
bagged.

Audition (1999) is a film directed by Takashi Miike.

Tonight 
I was restless.
So I ran
blind
like a bad
Rober Frost poem
from those
pesky blind
satanic 
Templars
in the 
eurotrash 
graveyard.

La Noche del terror ciego (1971), is a flim by Amando de Ossorio.

I watched Serial Slayer 
AKA Claustrophobia 
twice.

The first time, 
I watched it.
The second,
I listened.

To someone
else, 
somewhere 
else,
it
had
another.

For me -
it's only a 
down turned smile
and
people I knew.

Serial Slayer (2003) is a film directed by Mark Tapio Kines.

Barking senseless.
Falling in love
everyday
all over again.

There I bit a pound
out of Eliot's 
cats.
I didn't have a reason really, 
other than they annoyed the shit out of me.

I barked at Sylvia too,
to get her head out of the oven.
She died.
The holidays were black that year.

And Emily.
I guess I was her dog.
Running down by the sea.
Barking.
Incoherently.

Pawns
roll
oak
in
rage
for
the
war
of
nuclear-moon
at
time's
end.

Emily speaks of seeds
like dust
in the Jersey snow-

Riding through the poem
that will grow
them home-

Braking-
goes the light
in-
disconnecting tags
followed-
blind you
have arrived,
for blind already knows.