#binladeno@torabora Sept 2001
Tonight I must drop off the humming technosphere
quitting the superhighway for a cave of invisibility and silence
abandoning cellphones text messages social networks internet banking
and all the global interfaces that could positionally define me
from now on I will communicate with the world only on scraps of scribbled paper
stuffed into the pockets of a barefoot traveling courier
#binladeno@koranvamonjan Nov 2005
in the Afghan night a satellite jinks its way across the stratosphere
eye in the sky tracking over a terrain of utter blackness
scanning for me with digital high resolution thermal imaging
amalgamating data from a million flickering routers
I close my eyes and count as the skyplane flashes over
knowing that one blink would be enough to geotag me
#binladeno@naraykelay April 2007
at dawn over the mountains I glimpse the blue ionosphere
as a stream of incandescent plasma flares from the sun’s corona
buffeting the earth with a wave of supercharged ionized particles
jamming the global satellite network with a total cosmic blackout
today I can walk outside and feel the solar wind
prickle my skin with a charge of 93 million miles
#binladeno@abbottabad May 2011
images of me still circulate on the glowing exosphere
videos relaying endlessly the same desperate message
drowned out by the irresistible tsunami of white noise
flooding our brains from the supersaturated atmosphere
some night when I least expect will the world respond to my call
drop down from the sky and deliver me a hole right through the head
David Amery
Nice one. Poetry of the damned. Must be more of them. Here’s one by Adolf Hitler.
The Little Cloud.
Hurry, hurry little cloud
Comment by Dave Tomlin on 16 April, 2012 at 1:37 pmAcross the deep blue sky
In which at night the clouds are hung.
Pig-Dog Englanders
ACHTUNG !