just jealous poets _
bum-dharming the vine of text florishing though the drought
scrolling down the rocky slope of words stumbling and on
“(I’m just jealous)” gosh ain’t possible poetry said that
though data tells so meh tata data lies here lie
brazing open data’s a clown the pityful one we bear
inside the one ashamed we are be jealous at worst
howto resist ourselves in worst moments con solitude
the plain(t) is vast we’re given to roam up and down
at moments leaning on ashes rug just dying we rest
joker’s a friend foe y’inner yodatroll very i&i know
by no means that night on the autobahn you would’ve made
any difference by no blunder will anything actually change
be left there just as since you were born no data can
acknowledge nor process unknown unknowns by some
the question is the joy “and love is a shortcut”
c] bituur esztreym aka e-m gabalda, 2021, LAL1.3.