Forum Hill

Now as I was young and easy under the monitor light
About the silent house and happy as Quicktime was slow,
The night above the basement starry,
Time let me post and flame
Neon in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among forums I was the administrator
And once below a time I lordly held online friends
Burst with IMs and signatures
Chatting online every shameful night

And I was pale and lonely, micro-famous online
About the happy PC and chatting as forums were home,
Avoiding the sun that is young once only,
Online let me play and be,
Neon blue in the mercy of his means,
And pale and tired I was huntsman and herdsman, the forums
Sang to my horn, the reports of the users barked clear and cold,
And the notifications rang slowly
In the dings of the messenger streams

All the nightlong the PC was running, it was lovely, the
hum high as the house, tunes from dingy headphones, it was noise
And posting, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass
And nightly under the simple stars
As I avoided sleep the night owls were bearing the forum away
All the moon long I posted, blessed among IRC, the night jaurs,
Chatting with the dicks and my cowardly
Flashing “new message”.

And then to awake to the monitor, like a pale blue parent
with the flash, come back, the cock on my screen: it was all
Veiny, it was Adam and maiden,
The curtain was shut again
And the sun flew unseen that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the online ego
In the processing place, the spellbound CPU whirring
Out of the cigarette-stained tower
On to the forums online.

And honoured among posters and posers online forums
Under the new made threads and happy as the heart was long,
Ignoring the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My posts raced online each every day
And nothing I cared, at my pale blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful timing so few and such midnight songs
Before the children pale and lonely
Follow him out of grace,

Nothing I cared, in the monitor lit days, that time would take me
Where the sun is always rising.
Nor that going to sleep
I should avoid him fly with the high fields
And wake to the forum forever fled from childless online
OH, I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Online held me pale and dying,
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.


Featured Image by axelle b

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