my mind erased
smoothed out the space
between my ears
from toes to tears
my foes and fears
and all known else
knocked off my shelf
my cares caress
my naked self
and all i need for a sleepless brain
has been wiped off my wrinkled plain
 

 

ok.
so this is what it's like.
it's a book.
online.
with digital ideals.
digital emotions.
digital wants and needs and pages.
all for fun.
in your head.
on the internets.
thwarting the entire purpose of things permanent.
or concerned.
let's all throw a party for the digital world.
congratulations!  you've saved trees and sparked creative writing.
all the while disestablishing issue of a quill pen, a jar, and long lasting expression.

check out how quickly i can hit the clear button on my facebook status.
i am legit.
i blog.
i do those things everyone else does.
i conform.
it's great.
 

 

and i've just been Coho-botted for the first time!
thanks project upstream!!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TheGreatHatsby#Coho_bots

crazy stuff...
 
and more:

project-upstream.awardspace.com/

 

pooled in my chair
i am stagnant water
going stale as the sun walks away from me

i'll be in indianapolis for a few
get there without using my feet
and that's a big let down

i don't need a vacation
so, i suppose it's a good thing that this is more of a corporate retreat of romance
and in that sense, i'll grow

but, will it be bacterial growth
will i be covered in a yellow film
ready to kill the next living thing that drinks from me

if i were a frog, or a duck i'd be able to convert that dead thing into energy
but water will cleanse and water will sog
and maybe i'm not so much a pool, more a bog to sink things into

like Li Po, who drown while trying to capture the the moon
so too will i with patience and regret
capture the beauty inside myself and slowly ferment

till i'm a ripe old age
and still very much afraid
waiting for some unsuspecting creature to listen to the nothing that i have to say

growing myself into a pupae of extraordinary proportions
i grub about the leaves that fell from the tree of life
i bottom feed off the decaying bits of existence
and constantly raise my head to see what's better

should something more fall i'll gnaw it to bits
cause it's sure to have been great at one time
its fallen so far, and now it will make great silk
for the place of my dreams; which i'll leave just as soon as i change

fell down a hill
tripped on a shadow i'd been hiding behind
bonked my head on a boot i'd thrown there long ago
now, with my mind and soul leaking all over the cascade
i wish i'd remembered that boot and fell the other way
c'est la vie
 

fine.
here's my update.
i just exploded.
talk to you when i recombine into some semblance of humanity.