I TALK TO PLANETS, BABY

earth at fingertips
linger over feed
readouts of whole worlds
swirl into cortex
vortex of meanings
gleaned in the mind's eye
find self on the boards
words define us, surf
personality
reality flex
text, hypertext, we
see further than our
mannerisms reach
peach falls from a branch
lands atop head -- you
do, be, whoever
web is where we breathe
speak to our planet
channel everyone

i poured out a bottle and it sang back

the ghosts of dead friends keep me company
voices ringing deep in long-empty whiskey bottles
telling me about old times, and i just wanna
park the car and curl up next to them
against the curb
and watch the cars go

jeremy's there, and i remember his first day of school
we fought over somebody else's dumb bet
got sent to counseling, and we played chinese checkers
the spitting image of his brother, my friend
they got him, later, after he'd grown up
he fell, against my cousin's car
after i left town for school

christina's there, my first dancing partner
i remember, whenever i spoke to her,
before she spoke back, she'd kind of say my name
but without her voice and i never felt so loved
she was older and she graduated
so i didn't hear about her for years
but it was her boyfriend that took her
in their apartment

i don't know what did it, what got them so loud today
howling out of my empty bottles, almost like they're here
and i just wanna curl up next to them
against the curb
and watch the cars go

cabin fever

here, home, a little paranoid that i've been
here, home, a little too long

that i've gone to mush
i'll reach for the door and it'll weigh a ton

these walls have legs and will follow me
i'll go anyplace and be boxed in

i'll say hello to people out on the street
but our eyes won't meet

if i could sit. sit. with a cup of coffee
and look out, the courtyard will be bare

like these walls have legs, like these walls do yoga
and these walls will stretch and twist and bend

like these plain white walls have my eyes shot
like this empty silence has me afraid to make a sound

not even a peep, not a peep, i don't want to be found
a nuisance, a creep, one of those crazies

these walls, they have legs. these walls, they're going to chase me
out there, and i'll be another boxed in bubble

no eye contact. no contact. i don't remember the last time
i heard from damn near anybody

i'm home and i've been home too long, goddamn these walls
this box that door these chairs those beds these walls

they're only good for tearing down

The Wonderful World of Tomorrow

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getting off on information

getting information off
transmission -- faster, more bandwidth
torrents are the future
i can have everything
everything
blueprints and CAD drafts
load to rep rap
coffee cup molded before my eyes
and wouldn't you know it, microwave safe
raw plastic in the cart
the basic goop
the making stuff
the new fetish
spray of information
over faces
all over the net
spilling information
everywhere
all our bitches well-read

born under the distant dream of MIR2

we're too spaced for getting grounded
founded on nonexistent possibility
perverted to speculation -- can't live in a sandcastle!

planned battles against massive tracker channels
spanning canals, cracking damns and sat specials
skits of zom rom coms clogging telecoms
OM NOM nosh gums on tom brokaw's arm
alarms blare, moms scared, kids stashed
corpse head bashed. no respect for dead
whether nordic, nigger or indigenous. pyramid rocketship
bonebuilt rumfueled carried over
delivered the math to carry over
real world never glimpsed sober
extra digit in mixed drink capacity increased
for thinking it over. fantastic phantoms
pantomiming seemingly random
better lives. ancestors saw the coming
suited up, stored power supplies amongst the mummies
liftoff occurs only when earth is divorced
damn this attachment to our cultures' graves.

modern pyramids are built on the backs of slaves
same faces broke backs so train tracks are laid
barred from boarding the shuttle once delivered by train
insane? insane. sky's the limit and no farther
only the pristine can know low earth orbit
chaste and virile or else richer than god
you ever wanna see mars, you'd better come up with one
up front. overtake the base, mission control
envisioning hold on program replenishing soul
us sinners'll know every cranny and nook
of international double-S, build attics and rooms
just tack 'em on. whatever you want, make it -- at worst,
drift till lungs freeze and burst.

who wants to live forever? beats present-day deadwalk
headless shuffle, breadless hustle and hushed talk
of maybe doing something. basking in anonymity,
i'm post-guerrilla war: attack as if i have no enemies.
i have an affinity for artifact of engineered divinity
only the best and, as they say of things in life, i get it free.
the loftiest of goals, homie, i only seek infinity
i may never reach it, but i'm not aiming low. stagnation's killing me.

tossed and turned in my sleep, so figured i'd toss worlds in my wake --
escapism velocity. transgalactic flying monstrocity
if you're hellbent on honesty, don't bother ever fucking talking to me.
lie to kick it or kick rocks
i'm not down to earth, i'm over mars, past stars and dead rocks.
when you see me, whatever you see, i'm already done.
very sight of me is living legend, long-past reflection
fess up -- you'll need to break physics to catch up
it's messed, huh? if possibility's your limit, then i've left ya