They are looking at me, sideways.
I’m confused yet again: always.
Was it something I missed, in the past?
I don’t trust any kind of flawless.

All the noise – peoplespeak, meaningless.
It’s too loud for everyone voiceless.
I am happy embracing the careless —
Their more is my so much less.



Writings code from memory,
filling empty tables.
We compose symphony
using carbon cables.
“One” after a “zero”
doesn’t rhyme so perfectly.
You would be my hero,
if there was indeed a key >>