With a press of button, humanity sits rectangled;
amphetamine for a sleepy pen.

Warping through channels,
any scenario that serves cause.

It's easy to overload my headtop computer,
eyes glued to the flexible glass.

And oh what lines I can write,
immersed in the liquid electronic.

Words upon images collected and mixed;
returned in a poetic pizza.


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04/17/2015

Posted on 04/17/2015
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