the computer age

PIXEL POWER



a trillion heartbeats for those videolips
telegems that fade subliminally
fimbriating the outer reaches
of your shadow memories
a taste of cinders at the root of your tongue

teledreams seep into the bloodstream
initiating rituals whose mysteries
will forever remain buried
like so many aborted thoughts
which could otherwise have been cloned

anguish refuses to be measured
you nonetheless challenge it
feigning resignation or indifference
giving up your existence
in exchange of theirs, the golden, the gritty

Out in the streets you suddenly wonder
why everything seems so static
when still in your ears
lingers the drone of a space-chopper squadron
and question the pavement as though it were alive.

before you just allowed the color box
to misinform or entertain you
until your office became fitted with computers
and the Asian-made portables followed you
from doorstep to car, from taxi to plane

How perfectly you then seemed to have adapted!
You even coined new words which were universally understood
when wishing not to be interrupted
it was: "tele-you-mind?"
When the kids had to go to bed,
You insisted they stop their 'teleantics'

oo db
db db
screen power pixels insatiable
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snatching away your every breath
till you're left utterly

T E LE VOID BUNGLED