Ten million poems, <br />in little boxes bewildering <br />one another, <br /> <br />Ten million hearts <br />black around the edges, <br /> <br />but the faces don't <br />leave traces, <br /> <br />we Ten million have no <br />where left to go, <br /> <br />Ten million poets in shorn <br />sawn off places around the world, <br /> <br />showing thought like flesh! <br /> <br />we are Ten million worthier... <br /> <br />or less! <br /> <br />these Ten million bars of internet <br /> <br />space have got me, <br /> <br />I eat their ****! <br /> <br />Swallow the window poison! <br /> <br />I'm going to have to have to build <br /> <br />an escape pod into a real place, <br /> <br />with Ten million things scattered along <br /> <br />the information highway, <br /> <br />call it my internet DNA if you may, <br /> <br />But sorry ' The structure is corrupted, <br /> <br />the programme defunct! '.<br /><br />GRANT FRASER<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/10-million/
