Sunday, February 26, 2012

Typewriter waterfall


Here it is  
a whitewater future
we're rushing across the edge 
across a typewriter waterfall

In our hands; ghosts
typed up voices
hollow, shallow; spectral fonts 
shoulder tappers

Urging and urgent
small case, large case
important and meaningless
filled, filed

Marking time
inbox fears, outbox hopes
stealing time
distorting reality

Philatelic friends  
they're plastic, electronic 
tagged and totaled
displayed and discarded 

A roulette table world 
of spinning urls; reaching, linking
of reds and blacks
of ones and zeros

A generational genome  
of gorilla glass soldiers 
of technical clothing
and forbidden fruit   

And now
I need a break
give me colors and inks, sharpies and pencils
pigments and papers
  
Feel    
passion and love
soul and depth 
truth and inspiration

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