Bloatware: unceasing devil
Boatware: red weather turbulence of algorithm disenchantment
Bloatware: misunderstanding all you see

It’s a goddamn web authoring component
I’m like the clock on the wall
I can hear the wind bending over my window
I bend and I clench
I flame and re-tether
This Software Streams Directly Into My Ass

Motherfuckers

Back in the day I was talking through glare-yellow streaks
The woods were eating my face
Look, I say, the day’s come back to me
Misunderstanding all of it, and proud

I don’t doubt how shallow flutter
screws sleep in just over the shoulder of a cold girl