Gigabyte Me - How Much Ram In Your Summer Of Love? - Poem by Edwin Torres
Used to be you could
touch your eyes.
Now everything is
Neon Lasso - Home is a mall, where the internet tightens
around the quicksters that form the One collective Artpunk,
the One Visionary digitized by Hallucinaries,
the One-brain Bitmap trapped in the web...
Cattle Pack'd in - the 'So-So NOW' bang - QUOTE UN!
SOLITUDE IS A COMMODITY!
The college kid at Starbucks
moonlights at Kinko's, the moonlight
at Starbucks Kinko's at twilight!
THE ARTWORLD IS A DELI!
TODAY'S SPECIAL: on leather-bound nympho, strapped
to fiery medusa - UGLY (seen it once) FACE (seen it again)
BEAUTY BACK - TATTOO TANTRA...
For the fastest asses anything glows!
The page is glass - emitting light, where's the fallout?
YOU'RE SOAKING IN IT, MARGE!
Giger Dreadlocked bastard - Har Har
Border of a spine-span, A Spinach Dickle.
Lemme pull up a chair to hang - my feary t r i p on...PSYCHE!
I...a tryst? Oh Psych-A-Dullard,
doody calls! -How'd it get so crowded? -BOOTY!
Used to be I could rub my eyes
with a strichnine Babylon, towering
over the Forty Noches of Noah-mondes...now,
in a Hyber-Cocktail J'accuze-i...
Techno-High, pumped in the brainvein - POW!
To the 'So-So NOW' crowd
soothing out the f-uu-rrr-fect tube, chimin' in
the kook - k - kook - koo...
Cyber Waste Placed Haste:
a trace of old - where boldly goes no moldy
moooooove it on!
I'm looking forward to a very relaxed know-it-all,
call me...or don't.
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