Thoughts on Search Engines

search my name on google n' Tom Waits shows up
we have no connection outside singing Home I'll Never Be together
he went his wayand I went mine, we crossed our voices digitally

he won't admit
that he knows me
but search engines
are incapable of
untruths

If you think back remember far enough you see dogpile dot coms
it was the kayak airfare hotel combo equivalent for yahoo ask jeeves days
they'd compile the whole shitload of nothing looked for and throw up a list

I won't even
waste my time
to type the domain in
just assume it
is 404 error
defunct

If you Search Tom Waits I am nowhere to be found.

Blush

I'm flushed in some
jagged circle, misguided
symmetrical circular conspiracy,
bouncing back and forth
through confidence and altered-reality,
a mixed-drink cocktail
glowing Hawaiian punch green into the violet night,
a complementary no thank you to breakfast,
with stomach rumbling starvings
washing over cobweb
painted walls decayed like old play-doh
resting on pure white window sills

I'm flushed into that night glass
ever walk-wandering
into that same same distance,
counting the steps,
kneeling over adjacent graves
cradled away.