Electronic Fruit

This medium is no more a portal

than rock, or a piece of tattered brick.

When the power is

off,

the TV and the laptop are empty

squares.

No wonder the flourescent light

hurts my mind;

whatever color that is

it is not natural

and i'm not even sure

humane.

Pop culture created commodity

out of milk cartons,

campbell's soup cans,

and famous faces.

Info-tech took it one step further

and now we  can sell our selves

like chewing gum

on facebook.

Human grocery stores.

Dollars and cents,

dollars and sense,

dollars and facts,

Facts = fiction,

power = obsolete.

Chewing

gum is

meaningless

as eating

food which

cannot

be swallowed;

the stomach never

tastes, sees, or feels it.

I cannot read

what contains no message.

I can no longer detect

what has no pulse.

I am not the robot.

I am the human flesh.

Aching in silence

without air or water

to call home,

sick as the planet

and

suffocating in a sea

of bitmaps

broken maps

broken

machines.

The compass is spinning

wildy out of control.

Buy a pack of gun

and chew on that.