Immersed
in speed limits we accelerate
and your picture is in the paper now, but the paper is a screen. We do things.
silly people have dreams while chewing gum
and talking to grandma.
She's on the smartphone; but never in the flesh, lately...
it's a drag she's getting the hang of the ****** thing
and you feel guilty like pink noise
and you wear ear plugs
you found on E-Bay
on purpose.
just everyday,
you might not be there.
you have a knack. we are the virtual celery, snapping at world's end.
burning down the up draft of a wind shear
specks in trouble
just everyday, your cyborg's heart is off center
now the center.
and your picture is never coming back
alive.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 11:01 AM UTC
Immersed
in speed limits we accelerate
and your picture is in the paper now, but the paper is a screen. We do things.
silly people have dreams while chewing gum
and talking to grandma.
She's on the smartphone; but never in the flesh, lately...
it's a drag she's getting the hang of the ****** thing
and you feel guilty like pink noise
and you wear ear plugs
you found on E-Bay
on purpose.
just everyday,
you might not be there.
you have a knack. we are the virtual celery, snapping at world's end.
burning down the up draft of a wind shear
specks in trouble
just everyday, your cyborg's heart is off center
now the center.
and your picture is never coming back
alive.
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