Monday, April 18, 2016

inanimate - the sonnet


I am not an inanimate object,
i am a virtual reality
built with bits others chose where to inject
into lists they believe will describe me

Madness is believing life after death
the same as thinking a list is alive.
Virtual reality without breath
means that google can decide if i thrive.

How could it be that something not living
knows what i do not know about my want,
confusing desire with what i am pushing—-
keyboard keys that do little more than taunt

If you live and think computers do too,
lets make them that critter left in the zoo.

jts 041816

". . so you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll, i'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all" . . Leonard Cohen

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