Robdob
Bluelighter
So, as I sit here and try to eloborate,
my face sinks into a screen.
While waiting for the telephone to ring,
my mind ponders
my mouth salivates,
making me captivated
while I hit transponders.
None of this is knew to me
but now I see
it much more clearly.
The vision of a dream
just cannot be seen
with your feet inbetween
human dream and a computer screen.
I want to write,
I want to dream
But first,
I must be a human being.
I must set out to explore,
and peek through each and every door.
To be right I must have knowledge.
To be beautiful I must have experience.
computers, dreams, and marijuana.
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What is it you see?
this ink dripping down a tree.
Is it just words,
or is it part of me?
my face sinks into a screen.
While waiting for the telephone to ring,
my mind ponders
my mouth salivates,
making me captivated
while I hit transponders.
None of this is knew to me
but now I see
it much more clearly.
The vision of a dream
just cannot be seen
with your feet inbetween
human dream and a computer screen.
I want to write,
I want to dream
But first,
I must be a human being.
I must set out to explore,
and peek through each and every door.
To be right I must have knowledge.
To be beautiful I must have experience.
computers, dreams, and marijuana.
------------------
What is it you see?
this ink dripping down a tree.
Is it just words,
or is it part of me?
