like a note-taking ghost
it hovers with blurbs of what has been,
a reminder that in this modern world,
everything we think is lost
is also recorded:
the announcement
displayed before us
for everything we have put behind us.
a trackback, pingback, retweet, repeat
of the words we have said
and the people we have become–
focused on the past,
looking towards the future.
computers
Veins
in windowless hell i sit
surrounded by computers.
technology seethes into my veins,
hard plastic pounds my ass.
keyboards and mice click
like the rodents they ought to be.
sighs and questions filter into
the stuffy dark room.
i am here but i am not here.
my mind, just like theirs,
wanders down the hallway,
out the door, into the open air.
i can picture the pedals,
the tires taking me home,
the summer heat seeping through me
like blood through my veins.
i can feel the bath-warm water
lapping around our naked skin,
his hands on my back in the soft
moments of a Kentucky summer.
in windowless hell i sit
surrounded by computers.
technology seethes into my veins,
gives me the keys to take me home.
Techno Dreams
you think you can (______)
with your fancy keys
and techno dreams
but you can’t
you may be the way
but you’ll never be
the face i need
to get me through the day
you think you can (_______)
with your high speed
and techno dreams
but you can’t
you may be the way
of the future, but you’ll
never be the love i need
to get me through the day.
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