A VU meter flickers.
Out of habit
I cannot walk
Or cry, or shout.
I can no longer
Walk along the deserts
Or tropics of your
Imagination.
In code we trust.
No longer taught
By the hands, the lips,
The bones of our elders.
Indeterminancy corrupts
The spirit yields
To non life forms
Now mobile and embedded
In our structures.
With prescient care she approaches
Me
Wan and recently lost
From the umbilical pixels
Born anew into
Smooth and painful
Analog space.
Her hand now upon my chest
Exploring downward
Hoping for acceptance
Teeth bared I'm
Awakened Awakened
To this new world of old.
copyright 2008 Tim Wolters
7 comments:
I'm published 3x. Talked with my editor who will be happy to consider your poetry work. Martha Young aka on Twitter myoung_vbiz
great Martha. let's talk. shoot me an email at timwol (at) gmail and we'll coordinate
Hi Tim. I enjoyed your poem and would like to come back for another visit.
Thanks george. I'll continue to post some of these in the near future.
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I suppose every person must read it.
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