DIAL THAT GOODTIME NUMBER

algorithm
prism fibs
fight proxy
in
the
meat world

dial that goodtime number today

if youre gonna

before the dirt 

is flat & packed

tank-track solid

& no rot can reach

natures carrion nose

thru 

the 

meltdown plastic shroud

MO' POPS

it all comes along in the low clouds

i bang a clumsy frame around it

made of night tide mystery drift wood

and
for guilt  for life  for sane
i
hang
it
on
this cyberspace wall

-

ball
deep 
in the hinterlands
of
the
new
century

in its thawed swamps and dried ditches
in its improvised emergency drainage

my pre-millennial dread
my strange 1999 tension 
when i stood before myself
in the let-down morning 

seems
justified
now

-

the morning
is
teenage bold 
kung fu wise 

it struts
a breach 
of light and letterboxes

and
wastes no time at all
calling out 
the nights
quiet
comfort
fibs

tricky, pre millenial tension