No Rest For The Sweaty

For the ruffled for the soaring
present beauty soothes what burned
before wings in air integrity sooty
ashy above the shack of lies
ramshackle institution where
sometimes you hear aloha
but more often it's fuck that is
cognitive development
a necessary step in it they say.

Make Me Believe

The data frightened me
jumbled on the sheets
rows and rows of numbers
phony if you thought about it
a little too much weight
in between the in between
far from Earth kicking up-dust
bothering some other time-space
where nobody cares nobody lives
to see the greedy greedy fingers
grasping for life for blood for time
away from teachers their little desks
rusty now spiders crawling over papers
fear in their voices the intercom the email
fear of the data and what it means what it
could do threatening in the strange realm
make believe make do make mistakes.

If I Could Do It

The data was blue or light blue
swollen river post it notes
cherry juice all wrong
in the mini-fridge
data far far away
it did not remember
anything else that conformed
developing something else
what else my generation
role models scattered
missing persons call out
now there is the space
for it still in front of the bank.

Multiply Then Divide

There was something secret about the data.
It wasn't in the numbers, exactly, but instead
in the vague notion that the numbers were
a hungry monstrosity hungry for victims.
The victims ran into the millions, billions even.
Yeah, I saw the movie just in case I needed
a bibliography a reference or two for the thesis.

Press Submit

The data was fresh warm
despite Bloom's Taxonomy
that shrill hierarchy drooping by five
perfect body mask facts phrases lies
support for everything imaginary
so unnaturally dull missing the point
maybe shredding all that data in haste
was just too much to bear
let's just say my alter ego
my spirit animal wearing shoes
typed out a letter to my superiors
signed Chief Executive Officer
here in my cave of results production
wind tunnel vacuum chamber calibrations.

Even

Remember the shelter
from language rain
use of force unknown
invite me in there
honey much cooler
even without the fan
to live inside one of those
burdens well that's about
all I accomplished
far from Colorado.

Beyond Pyramids

I studied there became time
data hung like bats only it did not make sense
even in the hairy night of my experiment
flying out to look for more minutiae
only language itself could see.  They cheered
pulled it off spoke smilingly at the meeting
I knew then about each stone in its place
each breath cold and crisp my room
romantic wavering it all added up
nothing was squared nothing certain
thank god for my tinkering with curves
pods and capsules.  Ramps.  Etchings.
That is the map of me.  Roll it up unfolded.
Use it for soapstone for stoplight fricatives.