RE: INBOX (16)

a string of battered emails.
generation spam.
each letter literal abstraction,
disaffected; inbox is maintained.
cannot catch the stench
of sinking trash; delete and remove
after 30 days; calender adverts;
listserved linked mind; the
churning filtration dynamo
at work; labels; tabs; contacts.
translation material cast into space,
through inverted clouds,
tattooed mainframes; empty
caloric consumption; the bites of
mosquitoes in february, the
sour taste of upraised meat, a
funeral procession forwarded
down every street.

Connected

scratch that permalink
for the smell-O-vision
mark up-poison-tipped
shortcut for the next
internet reality next
one thousand minutes
and lost goes our day
for tits and dick in hand
waiting for the perfect cum
shot goes sunset midnight
early morning what's been
gained but there's so many
days 'gene so many days
not as many as there used to be
but still but still my sonny
soon there won't be more ahead
than behind and without and
within over darkened rooms
and just as big as you please
computer screen lights
glare out rainbow strobe lights
tag our mind to the clock
same odd dangling fear
of yesteryear
off go the lights
blank goes the porch
broken blue-back underlined hi-ways
click click clik cli cl--

Computations

walk to the edge of our
information flow
port in//illusory//point out
banks bend just beyond
your archaic sight,
rushing god knows where,
beyond the fold of
cyber-time, locked
on the right bottom
corner of your software eye,
imagine an endless
waterfall of numbers
surface tension
shark blackness
covered up tearing
at the sinew of relative
computed reality
a system without heads
or tails, there is no opposition
to techno-organic process,
are you riverrun to
ouroboro fiberoptic
veins tied in figure 8s
bent to mobius strip lights
this sigil stretching across
internet space touching all flesh,
consuming all parallel lives?

have you hit Y/N to proceed?

Electronic Love Light

Your light- and me
staring back, where did our comfort go?
was it your fault? I don't think so,
you've tried so hard to stomach my lies,
now I can barely touch you,
you don't pull away, have you-- given up?

Why won't you say a word?...
Is there nothing left for us,
am I to forget you, like I've forgotten the rest?

If you could hurt anymore,
filled with half-truths and easy-way-outs,
I'd break you myself, but then
you would look like me
seated in front of you,
illuminated and transparent,
not asking for forgiveness.

October 10, 2009; 2:38am

she kisses me good night
electronic,
bathed in unnatural blue light,
electronic.
drifting over distances instantaneously
electronic,
but never crossing over
electronic.
we stand alone and together
electronic,

whispers distorting forever
until the footsteps bring us closer
the marching phantoms
their world is colder
as we rely and beg
for loves cybernetic shoulder
to this end we sink older
never aging it watches over
bathed in unnatural blue light

electronic.