Mental Landscape, Virtually Conceived
by Julian X  /  poetry  /  29 Aug 2007
He longed to return (to Eden, perhaps);
she cut lovers from the record, no longer counting them in her totals;
they long to escape;
undo their mistakes;
delete their past, failed personalities.
ask for help only when too late
save our successes and unfinished businesses
we long for the new
the form from which all this is copy
we strive and we strive, but where is the format?
looking for a window of opportunity
we want control
give me an option
I want to / give me your command
he filed that away in memory
where there were folders of bar jokes, moments of glory,
pick-up lines, and the rest -- more powerful than in print,
this massive memory of ROM
She was a dancer, laptop style
her skin was clear
her underwear tight, her cleavage bulging from her software
he pasted all his fantasies onto her
he felt that hard drive
he longed to enter
to RAM himself in
for her to open
she was so close
she felt it through his pants, now hardware
and she was virtually in love
he scrolled his hand along her wavy side
she LED him on
she put the personal in personal computer
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