this claustrophobic feeling
assails me like a shrinking
windowless room needing
a new paint job as the four
padded sides diminish my
ability to control my sanity
or concentrate coherently
september two thousand twelve
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I sign in with a password
as old as the hills
one any junkie hack
should crack
without much effort
keep thinking I’ve seen it all
until some new shit
keeps popping up
every few seconds
proving I’m wrong
trying to keep cool
today I told someone
to multi-task
when I know damn well
that is so yesterday
my virtual file cabinet burned
with the last solar flare
to hit the network
disabling my efforts
to save the company
without any time to lose
I found myself
vacationing on the moon
with my new best friends
who have no names
august two thousand twelve
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