Queequeg0925

Then call me Queequeg

like Dana Scully’s mail,

I’ve got no sea-legs

I type but cannot sail

and at the keyboard

I’m a soft machine,

like I’m a ripcord,

ending the holocene

as I’m unfolding,

I am a parachute

there’s no handholding,

I’ll only execute

as I’m exploding,

I’ll be a cloud of cloth

when I am coding,

I’m cool like planet Hoth.