in memoria kafka
this is punishment
bombs
in electronic envelopes
ticking
one every cycle
they stuff your channels
crowd your terminal
with meaningless chars
until
you respond
body language encoded
with positively charged bits
Credo
Mistrust is my foundation
It strengthens me
to
hold back
defend first
attack and kill
Every speaker wears a black belt
I fight on lost ground
with
flimsy kicks
unbalanced stances
and a soft fist
Trust! and reveal the soft core
Entitle those friends
to
touch you
sooth you
thrust the death blow