Look, I am on the computer (it's true),
a new means for streams of being me --
Harbor of technology, submerging ships
in a tsunamic storm of misfit drifters
dancing on the screen as the softest serenades
swirl and swirl and swirl to the joy
of a world into which we generate disproportion.
Look, I am on the computer (yes indeed),
more capable, with its keypad of letters,
than the drought of a touchscreen cellphone.
So I hone what is meant in immediacy,
intimate in the wells of selfsame situated judgement,
and still yet grieve that I am to be judged
as my new profile name and picture
and edits and prevalant poetical prejudices drown
dream and is grown from otherworldly demise
from the abysmal sea, the predecessor of time
annhialating misgiving and misery into
only what seems as a fond, familiar entity.
With wit, sass and a
With wit, sass and a miraculous gift for metaphorical thinking, you took the experience of virtual living into sharp focus: all the elation, social anxiety, pitfalls, frustrations and addictions of "misfit drifters/ dancing on the screen as the softest serenades/ swirl and swirl and swirl . . ." And in the end, this sterile bastion of escapism, this "new means for streams of being me" is a perfectly comfortable second home, a "fond and familiar entity".
Innovative and wondrous. Your work is quite a find!
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To have your wise respects
is appreciated on a perfectly
personable level.
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for prostitutes
Always the adept Symbolist,
Always the adept Symbolist, you skillfully merge the abstract and the mundane---and from such fusions, as in the cores of stars, great light (as in poetic emotion and heightened meaning) emerges for your readers.
Starward
I Said It
You could commentate the capacites
of life with your superintelligent language.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
Thank you for your kind
Thank you for your kind words, and for your marvelous poems.
Starward