Howl 2.0 (Published in Andromenda Spaceways Inflight Magazine) I saw the best minds of my clone tank destroyed By madness of the Belatrin war bombs, Dragging their robotic enhancements through the angry Streets of war-torn New Mars Looking for a heavy metal fix to bind Spinning time fragments. Angleheaded clipsters praying Siirian crab prayers And eating the gism of the Aldebrian worm Ejected from the brain mills For downloading Blake Or uploading Burroughs or S'ssitiran Dancing with burned out skull jacks Smoking from forbidden 5D programs Broadcast across the "Neutral Zone." Where have wandered of creatures of my slightly-enhanced DNA, with limbs that have the best machining of a the thousand worlds? Why did you inherit my desire to know the Terror In the skull next door or in the Universe down the Block Where are they in their ten credit a night coffin hotels Where in the burned-out rockets Drifting toward a solar death Trapped in Belatrin camps Or in our "voluntary" experimental units Shocked by mind-bombs ten times, twenty times, fifty times , , ,