poetry the last hold out of free style
Posted: January 16th, 2017, 3:14 pm
when I got my first computer back in 99'
I was trying to figure out what this newfangled
machine was all about, but I had to learn how
to use the device, which means not crashing it
I had little interest in computer games
I was looking for intelligence in cyberspace
I found some sites where I could practice my poetry
there was one site with a chat board and a forum
where I could talk all day and all night long
about subjects that interested me
and I experimented with poetry
on another site was a lot of poets
the owner of the site wrote about philosophy,
poets, and literature, I was still trying to figure
out where all this was going because it was all
still new
I have no idea how many poems I put on these sites
I made a lot of comments that were a kind of reaction
to some of the others comments, I ended up fighting
with trolls, I got caught up in troll wars
and sometimes my responses were a reflex
I was still trying to figure out where this was al going
somewhere in the middle of that I wrote a novel
that nobody will ever read, or maybe a few people did
I thought it was a kind of hippie On The Road
of what the psychedelic thing was all about in the late sixties
I don't wonder where it is all going now, nobody seems to be
creating any new great places where poets can hang out
and shoot the shit
I was trying to figure out what this newfangled
machine was all about, but I had to learn how
to use the device, which means not crashing it
I had little interest in computer games
I was looking for intelligence in cyberspace
I found some sites where I could practice my poetry
there was one site with a chat board and a forum
where I could talk all day and all night long
about subjects that interested me
and I experimented with poetry
on another site was a lot of poets
the owner of the site wrote about philosophy,
poets, and literature, I was still trying to figure
out where all this was going because it was all
still new
I have no idea how many poems I put on these sites
I made a lot of comments that were a kind of reaction
to some of the others comments, I ended up fighting
with trolls, I got caught up in troll wars
and sometimes my responses were a reflex
I was still trying to figure out where this was al going
somewhere in the middle of that I wrote a novel
that nobody will ever read, or maybe a few people did
I thought it was a kind of hippie On The Road
of what the psychedelic thing was all about in the late sixties
I don't wonder where it is all going now, nobody seems to be
creating any new great places where poets can hang out
and shoot the shit