Rounded With a Sleep Pt. 2:

“Honey, there’s no control in this alt delete”

A roadside waterbed; gravel conforms to your contours and colors
as Beelzebub is streaming, live.
There’s ample acridity in my leftover longings to make God himself smile.

“This feed is hardly posthumous, darling,
with half the world laughing along.”

Cant let the Familia have no crits. The first part made me giggle.

The rest of it confused me. This is like no help to you but I have not the foggiest what it is about.

I think I liked part one more.

I also liked the first line, but I'm trying to understand it along with the rest of the poem, and with part one. It would reference to computers, but ah, I can't see how it fits in. I love the Beelzebub reference, merely because Faustus is good. ^_^

"A roadside waterbed" -- I loved this. Again it's you amazingly suggesting things without directly saying so, and then the rest that followed, " gravel conforms to your contours and colors" brings so many images and feels to me, I loved it! Sure the word "gravel" is all on it's own, but I can practically feel myself lying in gravel. One note though, should waterbed be water bed? I'm not sure.

I already mentioned to you I didn't understand "feed" but now I'm assuming it goes along with "streaming, live". I understand it slightly more.

As I said, part one is still a favorite of mine, but this is still wonderful. Gah, Ed, write more nice poetry that I can understand and pick apart like I can with this. It's so squee-worthy good. Really, I envy you.

Love the first line. Having said that, the ~phrase "no alt delete" didn't seem to have much meaning other than to complete the key code; I'm reading it as "no alternate delete" which doesn't make much sense because I can't even think how to use "delete" as a noun unless you're speaking of leet, but even so.

The rest? lovely.