Aug 29, 2011 19:14
My foot hurts, hard and faulty
though in front of the screen
I've forgotten my body
while aches still exist, here
I fly like a dove,
I can weigh what I please,
I can love whom I love,
I can sing out my song
and nobody knows
while they're living above,
I am living below.
We're all down and out
in the machines we've all got,
so I'll run fast and hard,
or i'll stay and I'll rot.
August 2009
poetry