Poems
Diode

Diode

Technicolor gods make vicious footsteps

in red, blue, and green.

Lowly mortals wrapped in white reps

watch on the television screen.

Their eyes obsessed with diodes

colors to project on the white.

Mortals blinded to true cathodes

hidden underneath the light.

Undying captains of industry

march their idols to the skies.

Shit is piling upward toward infinity

for humans to buzz around like flies.

Either live forever in terrible color,

or die in the dullness of greyscale.

Frightening purgatory for one another,

exists on the tip of the devil’s tail.

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