So now we’re bound by copper, fibre optics and crammed transistors. You dance in the electronic dark with your sisters.
Leaving bread crumbs so obvious for me to follow. Asking for money friends payment for your silence but your threat is hollow.
You cannot offer me anything but more torture and pain and constant accusations that I’m insane.
For I know your not her, my digital wife would not be so crass. I don’t care if you call me a grass.
It’s you who is vulnerable with your lies exposed. I didn’t even need to use my computer to make it so.
My wife wraps her wings around me and we cuddle in the world’s information glow. For we know the places you can’t go.
Check your filter, adjust your meter, fly away Paul, fly away Peter….
D April 2018
(Just for note I’m not referring to mind fump in the last line, I’m talking about a much more ancient Peter.)
PS: Had a conjugate phone call from BT to see if they could ‘win me over’ but when I mentioned that my current ISP uses BT as their carrier they said ‘how you finding our sister company?’. After making a poem post about digital sisters I found myself triggered for a moment. Anyway for my clarity I was talking about collectives and some individuals, not net infrastructure companies, while taking about sisters/brothers. To be honest my current ISP kicks arse and I’m glad they are supported in some extent by BT. Also as I just configured my new router to work with it all so I’m not about to upset the apple cart. The most important thing I need in all areas of my life now is stability.