2's a Crowd

these posts are at best noises
in the night's carnival a song
sung once and sent alight to that
euphemism they use today the cloud

there is a secret captured
by this advice the sands of
missives past thrown in
your face there was no brief report

it added up to a simple sum
the wages of pride and the knowledge
of little the impermanence relied
upon for, what, privacy?

even now. You ask me all these
questions like a network affiliate
seeking a secret hook into the landed
class you smile with your ambition sleek

like a power suit in that once
gleaming caeserea our parting shot to the anima
selfless now in either desire or hysterical
fear the days repeated the days

mere abstract measurements for amazon's
cloud I'm keeping the words there now
it's here it's not here it's here it's just an
idea like this poem surely there is

a place for that you should