code word

-s -sub -italic
title tags and divs
rss style sheets from hell
there is a theme here
controlling a lot
pop tap tick click
backspace backspace
click
save
how did the poet become a coder
it was natural language
loss of syntax
freedom of expressions
names
variables
contextual editors
repositories
impulse control measured in lines
stopping
while there are still thoughts flowing
and
allowing
a reader
to find their own exit from the forest
damp
foggy
sharp biting chill
no lover
no cabin or shelter
except the dark sky
tickled by the tops of piñon
like a fish looking at the sun
from a dirty tank
in my living room
after a night of terror
sweats
substances
loneliness enhanced
when avoidance was my aim

02-29-24

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