Each generation of we-bots
installs an app called "Been Forgots"
(of-the-wheres), we came from long ago.

So, each can play their special part
in life, just one great big, freak, show.

Hairies, fairies, ordinaries
hybernating with trolls and stealths.
Hypertexting to alternate selfs
churning, burning, always, on - the - go.

Grinnin as-if all is peachy.

"It's like they have and endless supply
of hi-grade hy-dro!"

So, drink eight ounces e-v-ery day,
Eat an apple every night
(you add ten gigs with every bite).
Bytes! Liquids help the data flows.

PS: garbage in, garbage out,
power down nightly, for upgrades of, your "knows".

Blowing, wafting, in the cool breeze,
the exhalations of the trees.
Solid ground on which we walk,
becomes the tongue, with which we talk.

The seeds we planted last December
will bloom into beauitful fragrants.

Take a sniff. Now, remember.

Anti-gravity, rivers, streams
flowin high above the grounds.

Powered by giant speakers that
pulse propulsion sounds.

Information waves in stealth
conveying, like particles: cars,

from their backyard "bye bye" gates
to the store, the moon, venus, the stars.

So small they nest on cell towers
tweet, tweeting their "special effects"
and form a web, grid, around the whole thing
a mulit-port, self guiding, blue cloud matrix.

Fireballs zoom across our sky
spewing massive vapor spawn
watering, our garden orb
with agua from beyond.

Collected in a "to be" hole
(Crater if it is quite large) Bomb!
How much H2O, would it be?
A puddle? A lake? An ocean? A POND !

Stealth droplets, called, 'landing craft"
filled with teeny  folks who yawn,
as they splashdown, into our dome of air
crahing, SPLAT, on my, fresh cut lawn.

I must pause here, to lament,
the aliens brought their tiny pets
Fido, Prince, Hairball, Fluffy, Spot.
enzymes, microbes, worms, insects!

Is what they look like to me, on me, in me...

They also ignore, grav-ity!
Or they would all end up in our toes's.
Now, they fill the "empty" spaces,nest in our hair
beards, on our faces
enter and exit? where? Thru our nose

I saw myself, just yesterday
sitting on a roadside rock
contemplating this and that
What was once skinny
now seems fat.
What once was mouse
now is rat.

Doors once open,
swinging,
now have locks
Looks like dog packs
sounds like *****.

inside outside underware
Hawking mudpies at
the County Fair.
Thoughts so thick, I yank my hair.
Suddenly frozen. I sit and stare

days, weeks pass. "was that a knock?"
I find my wrist.
A strapped on clock?

I see the lie-ing hand spin round
moon rises, sun rises, make a loud sound
what was lost, remains un-unfound
what was valley, now is a mound
Big toe rooting,
ventilated sox
both shoes missing, cardboard box.

Suddenly, It's today
at last!
Debris surrounds me. Shattered masks?
Stomach empty? Methusela fast.
No more future, no more past.

Large ships!
Arriving, at the docks.
Time goes crazy,
when there are
no more tocs.

A lovely world of only tics.
no more stealing,
no more tricks
no more soft talk,
no more big sticks
It's raining gold,
no axes no picks

chickens sleeping
with the fox-es
Un coveting of the neighbor's ox-s.

And his gougeous
brick house wife
and his so called
perfect life
Dict. : Deleting
words like strife
dancing to ditties
from a fife

Wearin fine hats shaped
like a Chinese Wok
sittin alone on a roadside rock.

I live in a giant matrix
of imaginary wierd-oooo's
A cast of coo-koos counting
tics
and clocks.

Who are totally ignoring
a situation deploring
It's like they are all snoring!
There are locks,
on all
the tocs.

Yes! Ticks are piling up
at six, five, and seven
****** by gravity
dead or alive,
without even one debate
without Tocs: always late
Time slowed down is our fate.

The curse?
Reverse
Over-drive.

Speedy data transfer vine
indexed in junk DNA
Instantanious communication
no possibility of delay?
Holo-fractal hookups.
Is everyone on the line?

or

are we listen--ing too slow
are our ears to big to tell
ack from nak, yes from no
The solution? maybe
Quantum time!

Just one eternal grandfather clock
with only a TIC,
never a TOC
delays maybe caused by reneade gyres
like intestellar,
"slowdown feller"
invisible, swirls, with gushing spires.

E-fracting for minutes, hours, years
decades, eons, epics and more.
As pools of whirls slow,
there appear open doors.
but
The locks are no where to be found
The keys?
All scattered on the floor.

What is that, hissing sound?