I woke to a fever
a fear of Chaos calling me again..
the bus goes up and down my block all hours
and the lights from the dead city below the hill I live on
shine on through the night
I woke to feeling tired
stress tested now
Brother CHAOS
he stands by my bed screaming
he thinks hes funny
he plays with my arms and legs
he tickles me so that I cannot sleep
he is invisible to the naked eye
Cyber space and websites
all not working
like it is a job
not a jog
bills in Brother Chaos' hand
cannot be paid
too much life
not enough living
The dreams take over
and out again
I awake to a hidden tug
a tired log
I am a cyberbot
I go on and on powered by black coffee
- hot water and lye
I coughed today
I hope it isn't another cold..
Brother Chaos
He will leave if I get sick..
if I get sick..