Computer Virus
COMPUTER VIRUS


despite everything else that surrounds us and envelopes our minds into this strange and foreboding place, I see beyond the black streaks of corruption amid our beautiful blue planet of greed and filth and everything else.
for every last second that I sit unchanged and avoid what I know I must do, I wish I could take this icy hate from within and throw it up into the wind to spell with colorful pain what it would be that you deserve.
and I'm sinking again
and I'm hurting again
and I'm undeserving,
and blasphemously
hypocritical again.
backwards, in retrospect? I guess you're right. I never deserved any of the words or thoughts or emotions that run through your mind so much like that extinct and untouched mountain stream that is beyond all grasp of my sludge and seethingly impure filth of thought.
sweeter than the burnt ground,
colder than the sky.

(c) David Brown 1998