shadow internet shenanigans
the dark web endures in ways that reminds me how dark Brandon is a mere mortal
decrepit, broken and still foisted upon us as royalty until his death, not a grandpa in his last chapter(s).
mortality reaches into crevices that the deep state only fantasizes accessing
for the sake of order, for the sake of control
at what point do mirrors on the clouds belie the data and dew drops held within
mirrors that confound to the point that the World Wide Web becomes a funhouse filled
with more porn, more salacious placement of
parts, pieces and ploys
generations after reefer madness warned of the addictive tendencies of a fast food nation
we no longer speak of snake oil salesmen though they proliferate bionic men inside the skin of bots
pretending to like, befriend and be our friends
based on what we reveal in spite of our phobias
washing dishes: a father’s glimpses 