This is a poem by someone on IRC named Benceno around 2003. He had written this and shared it in the channel (#poetry on DalNet I think). It was really cool, and I told him I liked it a lot and he seemed to take offense to it (he might not have believed I was telling him the truth). He seemed very protective of his work, probably an overly sensitive person. I saved the poem on my computer and it made its way onto my Palm Pilot, which I go through every blue moon and look at old poetry (currently I see 199 entries in my “Poetry” category..almost time to celebrate?). Here it is.

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Mushrooms like heads exploding
were getting interrupted while
flavoring a mystic narcissism
which covered the heads of millions of laughs and tears
invocating strange treasures.
Like monkeys rehabilitating
or garbage in the center of the universe
I’d rather sleep than watch this miserable game
Reeling old naipes
I am fucking the wind in a constant speed
In any town of the world.

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