"If you think you feel old now,"
I replied, "just wait."
tick-tock you don't stop
"I feel old," she said.
"If you think you feel old now,"
I replied, "just wait."
"If you think you feel old now,"
I replied, "just wait."
Passage
Migratory sequence of user population: Friendster → MySpace → Facebook / Twitter (concurrent) → iMe → DotComMune → Unia → ¤‡¤‡¤‡¤ → biodigital telepathy, a.k.a. "techlep" (endo-networking supplants exo-networking, acquires end-of-history status).EduLink Bureau. The History of Networked Socialization. 7th ed. NewNet Colony: ThoughtHive, 2096.
same old lang syne
Midnight's frenzied consensus
gone lethean with first light,
they woke to find their world
fundamentally unchanged, save
for that system contrived to
sequence an abstraction which had,
without need of their pother,
amended itself on schedule.
gone lethean with first light,
they woke to find their world
fundamentally unchanged, save
for that system contrived to
sequence an abstraction which had,
without need of their pother,
amended itself on schedule.
press
obituaries strut their two-tone plumage along
the perimeter of even our most promising days
the hands of the clock are curled into fists
the perimeter of even our most promising days
the hands of the clock are curled into fists
degenerus interruptus
it's over
not thought in language
but felt: a
preternatural emotion
like a systemic
depth charge
detonates: my
trajectory as 180.
this metanoia
derails the whole
shebang: some
timing, abrupt growth-spurt;
you could've at least
let me finish
my cigarette.
not thought in language
but felt: a
preternatural emotion
like a systemic
depth charge
detonates: my
trajectory as 180.
this metanoia
derails the whole
shebang: some
timing, abrupt growth-spurt;
you could've at least
let me finish
my cigarette.
fauxku: a real-live japanese death poem
boot-dented bucket
frostfall: winter connotes lots
soil and shovel, dig?
frostfall: winter connotes lots
soil and shovel, dig?
plastic chairs & paper plates gather whitely here
in the backyard blue hour of our late thirties
Jimmy throws the last of the Labor Day patties on the grill &
rants to me about his waning lotharial sway, as firefly
rump-lights cast dull reflections in the scalp
beneath his ebbing hairline
which makes me think about the lessons
learned through subtraction
like growing up, how the impossibilities in our cinematic daydreams become
ever more apparent, a reductive advance that fosters the tricky negotiation
of high standards & low expectations known as
contemporary adulthood
at some point you get it that it’s a rare employer who
wants to see “Solo, Han” written on the application
for the file clerk position, “space pirate” under
previous work experience
over the years we watched as John Cougar became John
Cougar Mellencamp, then dropped the Cougar;
eventually he’ll just be John
Jimmy waves his spatula around, carving arabesques in the
encroaching darkness as he builds steam; he will
not go gentle, etc.
he stops mid-sentence, shivers visibly &
goes inside to grab a sweatshirt
it’s going to be a bitter winter
rants to me about his waning lotharial sway, as firefly
rump-lights cast dull reflections in the scalp
beneath his ebbing hairline
which makes me think about the lessons
learned through subtraction
like growing up, how the impossibilities in our cinematic daydreams become
ever more apparent, a reductive advance that fosters the tricky negotiation
of high standards & low expectations known as
contemporary adulthood
at some point you get it that it’s a rare employer who
wants to see “Solo, Han” written on the application
for the file clerk position, “space pirate” under
previous work experience
over the years we watched as John Cougar became John
Cougar Mellencamp, then dropped the Cougar;
eventually he’ll just be John
Jimmy waves his spatula around, carving arabesques in the
encroaching darkness as he builds steam; he will
not go gentle, etc.
he stops mid-sentence, shivers visibly &
goes inside to grab a sweatshirt
it’s going to be a bitter winter
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