Days of Ones and Zeros

there's a purgatory side effect rising over the neighborhood,
getting near to a collision with
the breath of spring--- which you can hear when the hissers run out of stings.
Doped up on ignorance
they don't get the zing

the measures they inflict, easily predicted
but the cost of ducking for cover can push you over the credit limit.

The functions needed to get synchronized with the human hum---sounds you don't hear from the dead--
severely restricted by hornets nests coded deep into emotional intelligence.
Here comes the utopia crashers who can't read road signs
and usually miss the exit to where you are known by your sub-cellular flashes.

The apple of the Earth's eye bigger than the hole in the ozone
but the appended delusions jump for psychological cover stories
and miss the blooms circling the days of doom.
They're busy practicing poses.

Blooms competing with the purgatory hues as seen by mad scientists who've taken a tumble into the moving parts of the abstract ones and zeros they continuously fumble.