AOO. IN DEPTH - ONION , TOR & SANDBERG PROTOCOL

IN DEPTH

Video terminals, computer garbage,
but active, shoot a thousand, rifles
weapons, mushrooms, sex with minors,  

corpses, extreme depths, severed heads,
crocodile heads, hands crispy
plutonium, cold drinks Polonium.

Are hyper telematics, aseptic rooms
dusty, or smelly, silent
absolute, or in the music of Samuel
Barber and Luigi Nono, the Super Nerd,
the hacker multilingual, sitting on one 

hundred and one
volumes of the History of San Francisco
bound in plant fiber.

One step at a time, by far,
concept after concept, bit off bits,
tortured eyes, red, blackened,
but always behind that terminal,
that now exudes greenish ichor
Oil mechanical exhausted, plastic
burned by cigarette butts, odor of smoke
impregnated everywhere keyboard burnished.

Besides the Tor, besides Sandberg Protocol,
over the wall of rubber, Underworld,
Terror, clawed hands, the last site,
the more outre, the most hidden,
the most coveted and mysterious: eight
scanned pages of letters
love of her that did not arrive
ever, blocked in 1985, in a crack
the counter sorting
mail of his city ...


    ( Camillo Catellani; November 30, 2014 Evening )