scavenging the landscape
for bits of hardware
not enough memory
never enough
numbly searching carcasses
amidst this sprawling digital boneyard
finding augmentations in alleys
little bits to increase our speed
fractionally
more cycles
old hard drives near death
hold little precious chunks
gleaned
from the Great Cloud
of bytes
we unpack them slowly
fearful
of decompression bombs
and infection
of being found having them…
cleaned and checked
we examine the parts
what do they do?
we learn how to add them
building
our Machine
the Toolbox
for our mind
in this box
with nothing else
our silent headphones blare the great libraries we amass
while our shelves hold bread
but no peanut butter
no more click clack to drone our minds into nirvana
our keyboards are silent
our mice are frictionless
guided by lasers
of precision
with what we find
these scattered bits and discarded pieces
can we re engineer
their madness?
a silicon screwdriver
with a universal tip
records and builds
sculpted by our trackpads
formed by our mice
there is no earth
for us to grow or hunt
our little white boxes
need wheels
and screens
with this screen
can I construct
or destroy
a pyramid?
the pirates of bytes
meditating
amongst the carnage
of slaves
ever dying
with far less
than the fruit
of their labor
avoiding the pirates of life
thought meme virii reprogrammed robots of meat
filled with cable packages
of conquest and brutality
gun porn car porn engine porn gladiator porn sport porn
We survive in the shadow of their pyramid masters
Suits of greed magnetically gathering devouring
all of us beneath
oh great Maya
may our screens be filled with guns
so our children will know what rules this wreckage of culture
and their veins will fill with appropriate anger
at the sight of the “enemy”