Techno Man - Poem by Laurence Overmire
I'm plugged in. wigged out. logged on.
To the wall.
Through windows of intercyber space
Tele-marketed on airwaves of
High-tech no resolution
Toastered in a micro-waved oven
Ears popped corn-wise
My electric eyes spin in sockets
Juiced like a jingled julep
Sucked through the jargon
Of video laser loserlips
Played for a lackey
By big no-name hucksters who think
I have no will of my own.
But if I pull the plug
Will self and soul re-boot
Or just be
(Awarded Honorable Mention in the Barnes and Noble Fahrenheit 451 Contest, March 2004)
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