Technologic
Another short bus-stop poem, written partly due to computer troubles and my inability to deal with them. My response to loss of internet generally lies between 'read books, write poetry', and 'set fire to everything while swearing at the omnissiah.'
I'm not a very patient person.
The trappings of man's design
leave me with an addiction,
a burning need to flee,
to leave this world behind,
adrift in a self made fiction
as my mind, unchained, feels free.