i wonder how many times this account has been hacked by robots with nothing better to do

[applecave]

i wonder how many times this account has been
hacked by robots with nothing better to do
than crawl around the web looking for sadness.
nothing to see here boys--
not an archive of dignified pain,
which i now understand doesn't exist,
thankyouverymuch.
not the diary of a young libertine,
since i am no longer young and never cared
for the marquis. rimbaud lives in
my purse next to gum wrappers and
a few theoretical lighters i never
seem to find. he smells like
peppermint, but the point is
he's offline, and he isn't here for you.
not even a circus, where all the
fleas are frowning, since there's
always the one who does the
charleston. just so we're clear:
no pain, no rimbaud, no circus, no fleas.
but it sure is nice
that you took a peak anyway.