Postmodern Poetry - Xanax Pop by Lewis LaCook

After weeks of whiteness grass
shows through–I’m hacking a lung
up for entrance because
true hackers explore not exploit–
I’m listening to http://www.paranormalpodcast.com/
thinking about death and
thinking about electricity–I’m
hearing the delicacy of
the phenomenology of
alien abduction–The modem shudders
and shoots fans of alliterative color
through the network–In this way
we can watch the fetus develop
dancing in the ultrasound–Every morning
a new interview with the qwerty–
Donna wants the final copy
of the press release for Rich–
I heart amphetamine
I heart the pale interstitial
veracity of my cock
as pier out to pure dark
trying to entice possession–
Let’s just smoke a joint
though it’s almost a sanctified method
and maybe we can best the DeFeos
fiber’d through burns and bifurcated