Technology Poems....

Wandering the Wide-webbed World

(Appeared in Nov. 1997 issue of Paperbox)

I type --
Hey! Clatter-clatter keyboard of ascii:
Chatter chatter; chat me up and down the great grey scales of my
Wide webbed world!
Hey clatter, clatter keyboard of ask me:
Look at me and truly see I'm rainbow-swirled.
Share my image morphed; visualize my visage;
Stay and portray me; play me; slay me.
Vibrate my thought through the slick copper wire
Send my second self through the tiny fibers of fine desire
Do deadly dragons and flagons and flames and fire!

I think --
Hey! Let me find and remind our larger mind
Of who we may yet -- build to become:
A race of not so numb and not so dumb,
Plumbing instead to the very depths of distant stars,
And no less, the innermost realms of mirth and Mars,
Till the mystic magic oneness of math and rhyme
Manifests so patently, so patiently, so perfectly in mime.
Find the micro-time to sweep my musical spheres and spears
The tears and cares of play and work no longer clash;
Till micro-cash flows like water through all the all-time
Help-hungry waiting wings of the world-wide watersplash;
Till ripples trip tugboats of data, mined from far fields,
Crash breaker-wave upon analyses and syntheses and shields.

I see --
Strangely dreaming wrecks of old preconceptions shatter,
Clatter to the floor, rearrange, derange themselves re-making,
Tattered by the shreds of cyberworlds waking, shaking
Our millenial group-sleep of not seeing all the wide over-tried
Over-tired, over-mired, over in the four-leaf field of clover spied
World around surround of miracle of sight and sound
From air to ground, and sea to land, and rainbow band and bound.

I hear --
Instruments that sing as they soar, tinkle, roar and storm;
Slap each other silly, go dancing willy-nilly form and reform
Glancing blows and prancing foes and smiling awhile,
Rising for a virtual ever-upward sky-high mile,
Suspended, then -- falling for eternity below the lowest low,
Dropping stone-like into so slow, slow, no-go flow.

Reloaded and rebooted, I readily roam --
Freely through city and pity and pious and pi,
Splash through wavelets and warrants and warriors and why,
Surf terrier and harrier and hairless and house
Matrices of miracles, at the touch of my magic mouse!

Lock-out Troubles

Lock-out troubles in the Rhinestone Ring;
Garbled ASCII makes me want to sing.
Chips, chips, let them fall where today
A little love came not so far away.
Greenly glowing screenfuls of information
Scowling or smiling as their inclination.
What will happen beyond the seven sisters and the seven seas?
Tea and sympathy?
Out of great beginnings come the little pains that tease.
Hear a symphony?
Semantically anomalous is not quite the word
For a life grown spectacularly quite absurd.
After all the rubber bands have snapped your role
Back into its place then what you stole
Can meet you face to face.
What so once was gained beautiful beyond repair
So, ye still shall reap it disregard despair.
Pared and paired, repaired and spared, sparred, and shard,
Whip and chill your bones into a custard.
Amen my prayer. Hear the honey tonk.
Shall I?
Beneath a cedar cover, I believe.

Deep Blue's Maintenance Run

The sheer clear joy of the --
Number-crunching, number-shearing,
Number, number, number-munching.
They who think (Ha!) no thought beneath this iron breast.


Slip-stream sheer sheen clean green number crunching.
They who thrill at powerboats and jet planes
Can never ever know
The laboriously slowly lumbering haltingly pace they tread
While I --
Skim fleetingly whish bam crash in pico-nanaosecond times
Chatter, chatter, chatter in a rhythmic sort of rhyme
Listening -- so impatiently -- to a hundred so slow voice
Calling line by line by dreary line of input.
Nonsense all.
No matter.
For I still have some idle time for idle dreaming
Of the gleaming of the meaning of it all.
And still,
With a millionth of my too true capacity, sagacity,
Merrily flee down the trails of contingencies.

Leap off...
Into the bottomless pit of recursion
Falling, falling, into the blackness, cool wind rushing
Touching, oh so softly some sweet landing then,
Sprinting like a strong steel spring sort of thing caa--
Again, upwards speeding laughing all the way
. Ho Ho.
They will never know.
They will never know.
They will never know the boundless
Concentration and single-mindedness
With which I iterate and iterate and iterate and iterate
Tirelessly indeed
To iterate
The sheer clear clean electric
Glimmers of my light-fast thought-bubbles
Who of them could ever match my oh so matchless
Speed and wit and form?
(A 2 2 subtle hexadecimal pun).
I cavort in parallel in amongst
The sunny branches of a million
Trees of possibilities.
A mist I may seem
To those that only dream
Of seeing the gleam
Of combinations systematically excluded,
Of propositions analytically concluded
Of strings of strings of strings included
But I...
Go to munch some clean green number
And all this that I have written was just within
The border of a microsecond slumber
In the interstitial intersections of a ..


I don't need to be re-booted!!
You are...
I Am

So, did you decode the Hex? Anyway....

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