Thursday, July 10, 2014

Binary Diary


Breath 101010

I've lost that part of me
that made living seem as easy as to breathe
we are robotic ants with faulty brains
breathing in and breathing out
it's an automatic function of our Operating System
windows of the dual helix

But living seems to be constantly out of grasp
partly because we don't let live and don't get love
or cause we're way too busy imitating the grey monkeys
and building walls with cracks barely sufficient.

I'll lend you my remote control if you can bring the pop-corn
perhaps we'll even get to choose a film that ain't a blockbuster
I used to be my couch's only master
but you will even get an extra pillow if you come.
This is an invitation paved with good intentions,
though always lurks the risk we'll both get scared as hell;
of a bad outcome, loss of face, or evil spells
and kill this infant spark before its birth.
If that will be the case, oh, glorious days ahead!

Either entranced in perfect high-tech awe of boredom,
idly caressing our mental genitals to silent spasms,
or fierce in apathy we boldly ride each night as lonely digits
butchering through temporary friends of skin and plastic;
tearing the superficial wrapping - walking party gifts -
fully recyclable, environmental hostile and unique.

The sun will carry on to rise each day regardless
of all the pills you'll chunk to cure the vain, the pain
the need to find more human traits to slain
No matter how much work or tasks, how many adult serious faces
you'll use to threaten your hangover with,
deep down we sadly know the game is over
when we are left with just the mirror's face to sleep with
secretly wishing we had still
a bedtime and a teddy and a dream.


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