Silly Poetry - Notepad Fetish

and i just can't get away
from the sight
of blue and white
the warm, sweet embrace
of the ever-familiar glow
of a notepad window
though i'd say i prefer vi,
buy me a cup of chai,
and ill confess the truth,
maa ki chooth,
we're all slave to bill gates,
the man we loves to hates,
got us by the balls,
offering us bait,
voice-activated, video conferenced, beautiful blue coccoons,
3-d desktops and floating menus,
tagged file-names and multi-threaded fuckwitness,
all i crave,
at the end of a long, crazy night,
i have to admit,
come home and sit,
i love thee notepad,
don't ever upgrade,
it shall make me sad.

that was the silliest thing i've ever written. sorry.


back to the word/s . eh ?
the single and the many,
a pressure cooker whistle goes off,
and caught, with the flow, you've promised yourself to go, on, at 100 words per minute, no break for typos, but then it all descends into mush, doesn't it? and messy, walls covered in words, useless and of your own making, and where does it all take us back to, libraries and volumes of journals - archive upon archive, we thrive, on words, but of our own making - undefine them and they cease to exist -- the children still on the dance floor -- don't need them things - unravels into code and then disappears, into the great beyond, where its every intricacy shall be battled on for days on some obscure internet mailing list, but that shall never see the light of day, or a midwestern television set. ever. think about that. and it's all irrelevant. fat, rat, cat in the hat. we all sat. on the edge of a cliff, and then the cliff grew mysteriously, and became a bridge, to the other side. and then we were all one.


((sorry if the reference to "vi" was obscure to some - wiki it. then learn it. then take the plunge and break out of your warm, blue coccoon. for freedom. shut the windows. open the doors. love me two times. jah. :- ). ))