Got an * hour reprieve
and had an access to Global channels
Whoo-Whee!
God and the PanOpticon!
Folks, it doesn't get any omniscient than this
no wonder God doesn't get off his butt
the Cosmic couch potato's got a channel
surfing paradise at his omnipotent finger tips
what/who/where/when/how do you wanna watch it today?
me?
I'm on my board
my sling-pac to my bac
this is as real as it gets for me
Organics don't have to suck flies off the grilles
of an automotive
auto-motive

if you can afford cable folks
don't hesitate to try

steel is bleeding
rust
crying red tears
drying in desert hate
its grit and essense remains
to undo
itself

who said steel is strong?

I saw myself in a broken mirror
dancing across a barbwired tightrope
pausing pirouette
over an abyss so deep
I can't see
and the hairline cracks and fractures
on this broken mirror
makes the barbwire dances and snakes
from dream to reflection to reality
I can't tell
if it is right or left
All I have remaining
is to dance at the passionate pulse's behest
the wire turn from grey to red
passion flow and obsession stain
it's raining red rain
dance flowing from my dancing feet
I could have crossed the Abyss
but Shakti is in Me
and there are universes to Unwound
and Rewound

Sans safety Nets

an inch left to go,
but I keep dancing
looking through the world
with a broken mirror
barbwire
now slippery
under my feet

waiting for the Rain,
the storm of winds
and the flurry of H2O speckles
sometimes whirling infront
of the big bus headlights
at night.

On the way to a rave
a congrgation of concrete souls
in this Necropolis
of Corporations and tombstone smiles
chewing through streetlights like a string of candy beads
picking teeth with syringe needles after the streetside hit

surfing concrete
surfing sound
and lazers as concrete light
like gospel sounds
wearing a crown of barb-wire
tattoed with SINs
I am a sheep with a bedhead
heading for the cuts
one for my master
one for my pain
one for the little boy who lives in my head

shelling out 20s and 50s
to hear the light fest
I'll let my seratonin
andendorphins
do the rest

and when the rain comes
oh the rain comes so sweet
and cold and washing wet
like the tears of someone
with a soul left
and it's okay
I'll let the skies cry for me

Got my spiffy awesome new 'board today!
Got to hate got to love
got to kiss the pavement
yes it hurts

now I am a few strawberries too full of a basket
gotta love the asphalt
gotta love the pain

Been boarding and blading for a few years now,
my killer Loopz shades got a scratch on the right
so now I face the left sometimes
how's that for moral directions?

" Doodz, your moral compass' missin' a needle!"
-- quote from a fellow asphalt surfer.

This is my beginning of recognizing my body
text or as a cyborg or as a festering spirit
a doppleganger
whatever.
this is what I see
this one has a Social Security Number
this one pay bills
this one works against the tidal waves of deadline
this one works
this one studies
then hit the gym
this one comes home
rubs the aching muscles
and hit the fridge for a cold drink
and then enters the grand opera of the shower stall
and washes, dome epais,
and flows for that 15 minutes
free.