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seen these already? skip to the new stuff
or skip ahead to the even newer stuff
in the garden of weeds
You, eve,
took the 
forbidden
        fruit
while
   my back
was turned,
and     did not
even share
      it.


The Farm
like little ants they
  scurry
     about
     over clear cable,
careful not to flip any
     one or any
       zero
lest the big bad monster
  come and
     spray RaiD.

Nevermind, that this
 spray could cause a
    panic
       that too many dead little
    ants could clog these
       pipes.

Nevermind, that this
 poison may drip
    off our optic nerves
    and saturate
       the soil which
    nourishes us.

The crumbs they carry
 away, are just a
     byte to
       eat
          really-

So few are they;
 the small smart
     ones who
steal knowledge
 on their
  backs.

    I
do not worry abt.
    infestation,
    I
take my 
    crumbs
      when
  I am hungry.


i could disappear
It's funny how
     the brain stays
   on,
     a dedicated line-
a 14.4+ connection to
     your body.
It's silly how
     the heart ticks
   as if
     every beat were an
atomic clock counting
     down.
And wonderous still
     how the world
goes on
    depite what
     we do,
     yet seems
  to turn
     for us
     alone.


missjesus@geocities.com
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