Screen

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

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