synaptic underload
my encyclopaedic mind has more than a few pages missing
my memory is faulty all mixed up with my imagination
embellishment and deterioration
incentive and motivation
i am not quite across everything
i dont understand most of this…do you?
i woke up this morning i was some old man
adrift in a future arriving too soon
the kids are bending my language out of shape
the subtlety and finesse withered in neglect
i access the mainframe via my i-head
i dont know how i lived without it
funny isnt it
my thoughts exactly
i wonder if i shouldve waited though
things change pretty quickly now
cutting edge in jan
obsolete in jun
my conscience is clear
the guilt all deleted
i transferred some feelings into national credits
i feel i function more authentically without real feeling
i chased up an old flame from high school
only to realise it was i was having a virtual affair with her avatar
the woman had been dead quite some time
but the programme still running on her page
answering questions gossiping flirting pretending to be alive
her son called me and gave me the bad news
funnily enough we both live in the same gate-com
he asked me about the code for the new micro-dish
he said this is strictly offline my mother is dead
he said do you know the code for the new micro-dish?
over the frame he sounded just like anyone
some monitor altered frequencies for more pleasant experience
some filter extended a feeling of warmth
some satellite beamed it back from the star
we had harnessed the deep black propensity of space
out there my money my doctor my information
i felt like pornography and there on the screen
a naked woman with a trident has “captured” a man
i flick through her stats becoming aroused
the numbers appeal to a dark side of me
shes only lost twice
her execution is sublime
her breasts all scarred by uni-corn
her perfect black teeth like a smile of night
one might think death embarrasses her
she looks like an angel as she comes and they go
i guess thats the paradox pulling me in
i get myself off with a guided vision sequence
e-cupid delivered assisted and primed
my mechanical copy will have to suffice
i cant afford the luxury of sex and violence
its one or the other…. my portal cant do both
that garden i ordered has used up the screen
the flowers hurt my eyes with their colour
and the smell is all wrong i thought i ordered salty….?
nobody mentioned the afterstain of floristshop when i got it
or all of the seeds youre sposed to upload
still its comforting to see the purple vines bloom
and the roses eat flies
because what is man without nature
yes
what indeed?
