Tonight's Poet Corner: Cody Codebreaker

Cody Codebreaker
by Belinda Roddie

Man, Cody Codebreaker, you're rolling up
your sleeves, fingers skidding
on the keys. How do you stop
yourself from releasing adrenaline
when you sneeze? You've got

a knack for hacking into each bank
for a stack, for opening a blowhard's
account and ripping out the dollar signs,
Christ, Cody Codebreaker, you're

making me antsy from the way you're dancing,
the way you short out a motherboard, smoke
a hard drive with a stare. You're leaving your
signature everywhere. Say hello to the CEOs
and Anonymous and tell them they ain't
got shit
on you.

Fuck, Cody Codebreaker, when you're done
with your spree, close your laptop and lock down
everything with an encrypted key, come to my
bedroom, please, and I'll shake you up so hard
that you'll be seeing blue screens of death painted
all over the walls. You are a

dynamite motherfucker
with a King Midas touch, pulling gold
from the vaults, and the fastest mouse click
in the goddamn West.