They found the words
scattered amongst the catacombs and .zip files.
The glowing embers of digital ink
kissing the cracked monitor glass and oozing
deep into the earth.

They found the sentiment,
the yearning for something more.
Alas, a rhyme to the reason,
and sometimes not even.

They found the folders,
organized with silly non-descriptive pictures,
by date or year or however they wanted.
Each entry marked with Explicit, or Not, and even a few slipped through.

They found the poems
stuck with sap and amber to the dinosaur bones,
this entire collection of broken memories,
hopeful sonnets, and rant-raids.
Heart breaks, and wishful-homicide,
dangling from mother nature's breast, bleeding onto the screen.

They found pathetic.org
in the rubble,
and with one skim through the mountain of lines,
they decided the ocean floor would better suit
this colleciton of rambling madness.

They found nothing.

07/08/2013