come on across to the Internet
.......My inability to sympathize with
the green chilis from the can.......................Milton's gout
ridden knees
incessantly raising her hand......................or Mary's constantly
running nose
merged with the screen for days
......was praying on my mind
the necessary information
....................as I skimmed extensive passages of discordant
voices
brown grass on the hills...in the early morning
light --
burning, burning, burning.....framing unrepressed responses
to yesterday's hostility-laden bytes.
ancient struggles..........It was all too
easy to consider their ailments as words only
sleep...............................in an Internet environment where
human communication
background noise...........is mediated by machines.
low flying planes.............
the smell of green grass....In this virtual environment, where people are not actually seen,
truncated dark days.........................a human lapse in
performance is perceived as equivalent
black icy streets........................to a malfunctioning vending
machine's failure
working............................to dispense pepsi cola.
making things....................
blue shirt.......................
making love......................
blue jeans.........................
potato soup......................
never know why...............
nausea..............................
footprints..........................
unwashed windows...........
a dark corner....................
walking.............................
riding................................
the horizon........................