August 22, 2025

what actually was the noise
that connected us to the internet
in the early/mid nineties?

was it the future screaming at us
to maybe think better of it?

was it our computers
being used for something they hadn’t thought
they’d be used for
and that stretch and strain on the inner workings
just needed to exhale a little
in a digital-type-sound?

or was it simply a pre-made set of
futuristic sounds
composed for our
soon-to-be
post-apocalyptic
future?

[i suppose i could ask kip
and they may know…]

[but i don’t think i’m going to ask right now…
maybe in a few minutes — i’m still trying to think of
other possibilities it could have meant]

December 14, 2022

i don’t really know
what i’m writing this morning
i just know
i wish i had
some
dopamine/serotonin/anything
to keep me company
through this season

~~~

is my
not having
an up-to-date phone
just a reminiscence of being
four versions out of date
in my aol/internet service
and therefore
a form of
comfort?

~~~

writing poems
and hearing the rhymes
that didn’t make it in
but somehow
making the poem
fuller
is a weird sort of poet magic