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Cyber- is busy, teeming, more or less well-oiled, extremely rapid.
Cyber- is speed-of-light stuff. Cyber- is silver suits. Cyber- is slightly menacing. Cyber- lives in a black box. Cyber- leaves its veins everywhere, outside its body: it builds its body around its veins - whoever heard of that?
Cyber- proliferates like vines. Cyber- is a voracious colony of tiny ants.
Cyber- is a colony in the real. My fingers are glued to cyber-, but can come unstuck. Cyber- gets stuck sometimes, but you can't unjam it with a good hard kick. Cyber- has a directory structure. Cyber- is full of magnetism.
Cyber- bleeds space.
by Dominic Fox
cyber
cyber
bleeds space
cyber cyber
breeds apace
so if we carry on up the
cyber cyber
I've an
idea there's a place for us
or maybe a plaza or piazza
at the end of the modem line
by a cyber
Tiber
or - no - opposite a virtual St Mark's
where the price of a cup of e-coffee
goes up and down with the nasdaq
& Bill Gates owns all the rights
to the art and the architecture
we might enjoy
on cyber-cyber-Venetian nights
oh (afloat in a gondola) I cry, I sigh
for a quicker download of the future
it's taking too long
it's too graphics-heavy
the words aren't making sense
they're stuffed full of theories about theories
oh cyber cyber burning bright
in e-forests of the night
what immortal hand or eye
dare frame thy fearful circuitry
by Alan McDonald
code
running
computers humming
wires spanning
continents
trepanning
wet ware exposed
voids crisscrossed
nothing lost
neurons synapse
electrons flash
spaces collapse
into space
degrees of separation blur
JohnThomas shudders and shrivels
Gaia embraces Borg
by Everdeen Tree
consummation
of the banditti
contraband cybersexual
linguistical fomentation
bring together now
here you lechers
the fluke of the foist
leap year leanings
yearnings of shudderings
rise and project yourself
from the screen
with a sudden thrust
and a spring from the legs
nimble nipples
noble nodes
stiffened melodrama
a wooden helve
separating a blur
a gale gallivanting
lavish hilarity
the philosophy of nature
extrinsic extrapolation
interjecting from the outside
projecting to the inside
electronic assimilation
embraced pixels
exclamation marks
dueling dynamics
and only 19 clicks
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brings John & Jane
safely home
by Jennifer Jessop
Roxie
Does the Internet
Roxie, stranded in Amishville,
which she now she refers to as
Amityville, in her darker moments,
felt lonely.
She had visited every internet site
she found interesting
at least a dozen times,
received a plethora of email
from people unknown,
peddling everything
from paintings to painkillers,
and she dabbled on the
poetry boards.
Phoebe was saying her first words,
"Da Da, Da Da" over and over again,
driving Roxie to the 151
proof Puerto Rican rum that
helped her wipe that word
from her thoughts
for a few hours.
One night, out of pure boredom,
she down loads something called
World's Chat from Japan
or someplace,
and is transported to an
orbital playground with
castles in the air, space walks
and hidden mystery rooms.
Aviators, with faces and bodies
of their controllers choosing,
greeted her at every portal.
She became a blond with
long hair an a smile so enticing
it would blow Clinton back into
the secret places of the Oval Office.
She was a face only,
Roxie was not comfortable
with her body.
She met Jim, a 55 year old
computer tech from Reno.
Who graciously showed
her the ins and outs
of this new adventure.
She was 45 for Jim.
She met Aaron, a bike riding
basketball shooting,
soccer playing guy from
U-Mass who promised to use
her lyrics on his
first recording.
She chased a Bible holding
pilgrimage taking, converter,
who called himself Med
and would bait him
with little
messages saying, "I can never
be saved".
When she found out he lived
just outside of Pittsburgh she
threatened to pilgrimage
right to his front door
so he could thump God
back into her wicked soul.
One night she spotted an
aviator with the handle
"Looking for you" written
across it's chest,
so she messaged "Yes
you were, and there is
no need to look farther."
He was an Israeli biology student,
who spent his summers in the Army.
He spoke a more refined English than she
and they spent weeks upon weeks
learning of each other,
only Roxie became 22,
just a year younger than he.
She dug out her old photo albums
and sent him pictures of the her
she wished she was when they met.
He called her exquisite,
and she believed he thought she was.
He took her to Jerusalem, the West Bank,
the Gaza Strip, Tel Aviv,
and showed her life in a kibbutz.
She learn he was not a believer of
Hebrew religion but would honor
it for his family.
He would pay her homage with beautifully
crafted poems, both his own,
and those of others he thought
she would enjoy.
For her birthday he sent
a video of himself singing
"Come on baby light my fire",
and professed his love.
He taught her, in the dark corners
of the web, how to find her sweet spot,
and for the first time in her life
Roxie learned to love her body,
and found it gave her pleasure.
Still, Roxie, would not
add a body to her aviator,
she knew once it had legs,
she would walk.
by Bobbie Kilzer Gogain