Blue Monday

Inside out, upside-down,
round & round. Now it’s
cyber, in screen-space, our
dance is, on the Net, it is.
A post posted post-haste.
I’m a cipher, propping up
a pungent myth, academic
feminists might go for. I
sit alone, screened, screams
churning in guts, undone.
Group grope blog bloke,
that’s me, player in three,
fuck in words cuts too, I
& you two, cut & pasted.