defined as "existing or being everywhere at the same time; constantly encountered."
__________________________________________________
he craves online hook-ups.
...but this isn't me
or that intrepid,
torrent trampoline
on wireless ether engines
zone on in .nets & .coms
searching fiber-optics for sight
browsing rooms of M4M to fantasize delights
to itch to fix
to sit transfixed as if
subliminally attached
umbilically
digitally to a electronic felatio
soundtrack
yet all the while detached
lurking
reading pretend profiles explicit
with *** sexified,
dreaming up new fetishes
with misspelled texts
tandem testimonials as if written
by a Compaq-machine-head
or Microsoftened lust
as now we are turning to dust
with iBooks & faraway Dells on our laps
scrolling lists and Adams with "anything goes"
remonstrating our vicious
cycle - blank with un/trust
this isn't me...
where is the warmth
of feelings, emotions,
love??
I am not that talented
to be in two places at once,
but he has the faces
and genius of multiple personalities
facets
of sabotage with grace.
he says it isn't him.
my anger has only one trait. two eyes.
velvet
rope-burned
limbs...
and he has too many faces
doppleganger hatreds
where does one
begin??
(The rubble or the sin?)
____________________________________________
DOPpLEGANGER (2016)--[Rewrite]
he craves online hook-ups.
But this isn't me
nor am I that intrepid
a torrent trampoline
on wireless ether engines
cyber silver surfin'
zone on / in .nets & .coms
searching fiber-optics for sight
browsing rooms of M4M / in-fantasized delights
an itch to fix
to sit transfixed
as if
subliminally attached
umbilically
digitally digitized digi-man
to a electronic felatio soundtrack
yet all the while detached
lurking duplicitly
reading pretend profiles explicitly
for *** sexified mind
dreaming up new fetishes
with misspelled texts
tandem testimonials as if written
by a Compaq-machine-head
Microsoftened lust
currents electric now as we turn into dust
with iBooks & faraway Dells on our laps
scrolling lists for Adams
status' with "anything goes"
remonstrating our vicious cycle
alive & blank with un/trust
gone viral...
this isn't me.
where is the warmth
of feelings, emotions,
malleable and infallible / love??
I am not as talented
as he
to be in two places at once,
but he
has the many faces
and genius of multiple personalities
Cybil
facets
of sabotage with Mommy Dearest grace.
Beautiful strangers his acquired
taste...
he says it was not him
(doing ****
my rage has only one trait.
two eyes (once wide asleep in the lies)
and velvet-rope-burned
wrists
my feet learn to fly
my heart un-breaks
my wings reanimate...
he has too many faces
doppleganger hatred
none to care for or embrace
When did I go blind,
and leave my many strengths?
Where do I now
again
begin??
(The rubble or the sin?)
Every night adieu
Every day anew
once again...
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
defined as "existing or being everywhere at the same time; constantly encountered."
__________________________________________________
he craves online hook-ups.
...but this isn't me
or that intrepid,
torrent trampoline
on wireless ether engines
zone on in .nets & .coms
searching fiber-optics for sight
browsing rooms of M4M to fantasize delights
to itch to fix
to sit transfixed as if
subliminally attached
umbilically
digitally to a electronic felatio
soundtrack
yet all the while detached
lurking
reading pretend profiles explicit
with *** sexified,
dreaming up new fetishes
with misspelled texts
tandem testimonials as if written
by a Compaq-machine-head
or Microsoftened lust
as now we are turning to dust
with iBooks & faraway Dells on our laps
scrolling lists and Adams with "anything goes"
remonstrating our vicious
cycle - blank with un/trust
this isn't me...
where is the warmth
of feelings, emotions,
love??
I am not that talented
to be in two places at once,
but he has the faces
and genius of multiple personalities
facets
of sabotage with grace.
he says it isn't him.
my anger has only one trait. two eyes.
velvet
rope-burned
limbs...
and he has too many faces
doppleganger hatreds
where does one
begin??
(The rubble or the sin?)
____________________________________________
DOPpLEGANGER (2016)--[Rewrite]
he craves online hook-ups.
But this isn't me
nor am I that intrepid
a torrent trampoline
on wireless ether engines
cyber silver surfin'
zone on / in .nets & .coms
searching fiber-optics for sight
browsing rooms of M4M / in-fantasized delights
an itch to fix
to sit transfixed
as if
subliminally attached
umbilically
digitally digitized digi-man
to a electronic felatio soundtrack
yet all the while detached
lurking duplicitly
reading pretend profiles explicitly
for *** sexified mind
dreaming up new fetishes
with misspelled texts
tandem testimonials as if written
by a Compaq-machine-head
Microsoftened lust
currents electric now as we turn into dust
with iBooks & faraway Dells on our laps
scrolling lists for Adams
status' with "anything goes"
remonstrating our vicious cycle
alive & blank with un/trust
gone viral...
this isn't me.
where is the warmth
of feelings, emotions,
malleable and infallible / love??
I am not as talented
as he
to be in two places at once,
but he
has the many faces
and genius of multiple personalities
Cybil
facets
of sabotage with Mommy Dearest grace.
Beautiful strangers his acquired
taste...
he says it was not him
(doing ****
my rage has only one trait.
two eyes (once wide asleep in the lies)
and velvet-rope-burned
wrists
my feet learn to fly
my heart un-breaks
my wings reanimate...
he has too many faces
doppleganger hatred
none to care for or embrace
When did I go blind,
and leave my many strengths?
Where do I now
again
begin??
(The rubble or the sin?)
Every night adieu
Every day anew
once again...
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