whose eightfold path are you following today
down in Ojinaga
for the aztec bat god
whose path do you follow
just give me
an approximate, simplified, abstracted characterization
an organization of the parts
just give me your patent claim
I saw a book by Joseph Conrad on your lawn
called Secret Agent
maybe you’re a part, like a cog, or a gear
of the Unabomb machine
maybe you’re trapped inside the wicker man
maybe like me
you’re just some kind of Pitts-McCulloch neuron
some little isomorphism in the landscape
some little stone
in a Tanguy
Babbage’s Mill and Babbage’s Store
program control is executed
O empirical bat god
mean grimy houses, shades drawn
against the yellow-brown smoke
to bake a cake or make a baby
with the taste of tar in your mouth
the dayshift goes on in four minutes
words and/or ideas from:
Apocalypse Culture II by Adam Parfrey
The Sciences of the Artificial by Herbert A. Simon
Cloth of the Tempest by Kenneth Patchenreturn
