Not quite. So: I am the author of “chicken luxetique,”
or so mighty Amazon would have it. Look it up:
the search box opens, not quite to the search string I sought,
as the algorithm perfects its perfectible technique.
Decades ago it would have taken almost a week:
IBM tearing miles of cards off the top
before Bill or Eric or Sergei and all that lot
learned to drill through the Internet in a brisk nano-peek,
to seize from the cyberabyss, at a mouse click, and drop
the fathomless binomials down to the results you seek,
by cuff, throat, or blade, by the bottom or the top,
the latencies abandoning you to a cloud’s data leak.
But you are yanked to the bottom, to the howling of a dog,
only now to what you sought: the slavering fangs of Chien Lunatique.
Christopher Bernard’s books include three poetry collections (the latest, The Socialist’s Garden of Verses, is slated for publication in Fall 2020), two books of short fiction, three novels, and works for stage. His work has appeared in numerous periodicals and anthologies, and his poetry and fiction have been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Web. He is co-editor (with Ho Lin) of the webzine Caveat Lector and contributes regularly to Synchronized Chaos. His podcast “It’s after midnight . . .” can be accessed on Spotify.