Midnight Pub

In the blink of a sigh

~inquiry

the life of online
 wholly contained
      in mine

    conception
  the wailing of
   modem sounds
    oh so baudy

     local bbs
    the stress
    of waiting
    one's turn

usenet grade school
 who's calling me
      a tool?

        irc
        you
        you
        irc
        me

     the hoard
      aboard

      toward

  social bleedia

       'til
       fake
    do us part

gerwitz

I can hear the carrier signal.

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