Red-Headed

With Netscape nightmares
of glowing TFT hells
my downtime surfing

is a Netmare of
suppressed visual fears
& cyber-terror.

Waking with cold sweats
worrying about evil
bot-nets & foul play

I dread to think now
of Conficker; go figure
what that was about!

Or is it now called
Downadup? – Doesn't add up
anyway tonight.

P2P: I see,
can I security patch
my fractured psyche?

Or will the demons
inside the plastic boxes
wriggle worm-like in

the very essence
of my tortured browser's soul
that wants to log off.