Digital Feast
Now the world is scrambled
into ones and zeros
have and have not
and then we split everything
you can half my narwhal
if I can half your bald eagle
I'll mount it guts out
which reminds me
of my drink with Jeffrey Dahmer
in the Phoenix bar
in Milwaukee
I started chatting
he got up and left
I wasn't his taste
and he wasn't my type
taste and type
up and down
ones and zeros
For once I appreciated
being a zero
copyright (c) 2009 by Barry G. Wick
A Poetics of Cold
6 years ago
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