Thursday, February 11, 2010

If at first you don't succeed...

Here is the exact progression of a poem I just wrote...

silent thoughts
thunder through space
between bits and bytes
of cyber junk
drowned in a downpour
of anonymous need

a binary lullaby
in search of
an insomniac junkie
who yearns
for just one more
hit

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binary lullaby

sleep
tantalizes and teases

throbbing light
echoes on the wall

the heartbeat of the machine
beckons

social networks
hang silent
in the predawn light

in the distance
a rooster calls

thoughts click out
great and small

a lonely cybernaut
seeks companionship

emotions hang
on the edge of a comment

i am here
is anyone there

machine and human
have become one

_____________________________

21st century lullaby

social networks
hang silent

cyber chat stalls
in the predawn light

in the distance
a rooster calls

thoughts click out
great and small

seeds of contact
soundlessly planted

will the comment grow
or wither and die

a lonely cybernaut
seeks companionship

emotions hang
on the edge of a comment

i am here
is anyone there

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"21st century lullaby"

social networks
hang silent
in the predawn night
pregnant with possibility
yet sterile with blight

viagra and jokes
dance with exotic kings
and promises of riches
spam through new media
rich and ripe
with unlimited tripe

the lumbering giant
sleeps
as the sycophant roars
and dreams flee away
to creep in the night
and blissful repose is a
promise
no more

in the distance
a rooster calls

random thoughts form
into secret code messages
aligning and combining
into a new form
cyber-cryptograms
of human minutia
so trivial yet vital
this chatter has inertia
and for every comment
there is an equal but
opposite thought

seeds of contact
are silently planted
in this vast new garden
of unearthly delights
and someone is wondering
if this time the comment
will grow and be strong
or wither and die
on this twitterpated
masticated tweet-loving vine

why did i say that
(i has regret)
who will respond
(i hope not a troll)
should i delete it
(iWant to be sure)
how much is too much
:-) or ;-) or maybe just :)
oh can this go on

a somnambulant cybernaut
seeks companions
in the lonely hour
where bff's and lmao's
are nothing more
than tantalizing dreams
as elusive as sleep
and real emotions hang
on the edge of a comment

i am here

is anyone there

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