Algorithmic Voodoo

Algorithmic Voodoo
Subverting the hard edge,
being on the once cursed,
to be inhuman,
through the dark night.
Their cries unheard,
cutting through the fog,
we all get out and push,
debriefed by the suits.
Asking for your spare change,
peacocks screaming in the dark,
speaks in a low rumble,
doing almost anything.
It’s a real breakthrough,
walking around and shaking hands,
being a real citizen,
we are starting from scratch.
Some things are better left unsaid,
out here on the trail,
coyotes hide in the bushes,
you draw a ragged line.
Escaped from her cage,
craving flesh,
a formidable appetite,
beneath her nails.
I have seen this in a dream,
they are all crazy bastards,
it’s nice that you have a story,
to share at the meeting.
The coffee is cold,
and the cigarettes,
reek of conspiracy,
packaged neatly in 12 steps.

© Deep Piercing Cut 2008