my words

Ny words are the digital wind
weaving their way past porn,
banks, schools, and blogs
and countless other sites
alighting only for a moment
as someone for some reason
chooses to read them
then they are off again
floating in the digital data stream
waiting to be summoned and used
or waiting
for that ultimate second of destruction
when the death of my words will happen
in lightning, a bad drive, or a
cosmic burst of radiant energy
tearing through terabytes of data
like the proverbial hot knife
thus ending my words
like Col. Mustard in the library with the lead pipe
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2010

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