Hackers poetry
This really is a poem
not just a few scrambled
lines of code, not that such is
something I’m good at, its just some random
words I thought might work together.
the topic was something I was obsessed with
the sort of thing that
happens now and then, when your imagination
runs away.
So when the real reasserts itself
so rudely interrupting the flow of thoughts
that colour in the black and white and grey
its not the most welcome guest in that corner of my mind.
Leaving is a better choice, I guess
so many of us do
the ease with which we separate the real
from me and you.