Let us go then , you and I ,
while the ethernet is spread across the sky .
Like a patient etherised upon a table.
T1, ISDN - 56Megabits per second -
the slow yellow vapor of twisted duplex cable
that connect you from I and me and this.
Let's chat a while
about Marx - Karl or Groucho?
Send me an e-mail
at homey@nowhere.com.
Free e-mail available - sign up.

Cairo , New York, Toronto or Arial -
are you wired ?
Get wired...
Get Inter-coursed on the Cern Web.
Are you In-to-it?
My socket just got pinged -
has yours?
I am Inter -publishing .
Are you?
Get wired...
Am I Inter-abusing you ?
I forgot to null-terminate that last message .
So it might be segmented when it arrives .
I will retransmit to who.were.you@msn.com.
Thread and weave on the Web .

Are you _wired ? Get wired ...

McLuhan said the medium is the message .
I say the medium is the difference
between maximum and minimum divided by two.
It's a joke I read in your forum .
What medium , what message ....

I am wired . Get ^wired...

And the women come and go speaking of Amazon.Com.

Alice in Wonderland
and Gopher on the public domain,
what are these cookies that you left me ?
Is ^:-) a hello or did the line drop ?

Are you wired ? Get wired ...

And the women come and go speaking of Broadcast.Com.

T.S. Eliot and cyberpunks on dope,
I heard Dylan Thomas is still pawning
his back pages at the 7-Eleven .
Hasn't he heard , the Webmaster
put a firewall on the gateway to Highway61 .

And the women come and go speaking of Ubid.Com.

I am wired . Get wired...

The Information Highway and the Road Ahead .
"I've been waiting here for a while, you know" ,
so said Godot in a toll booth
somewhere in North Jersey.
Linus and Snoopy
are still looking for the great pumpkin on the Net .
Don't they realize his URL moved and
all you get now are 404 Not Found.

And the women come and go speaking of Weather.Com.

Lucky Luciano and Joe Bananas
have staked their own domain at Mafia.Com.
I hear they don't get as many hits as before ,
since they moved their homepage
to Www.Earthlink.Com/~PizzaForHire/index.html .
And Jesse James
is still perfecting the Killer App -
selling counterfeit URL's on 14th Street .
I am ^:-). Get wired...

The corporate graffiti gangs are on the street ,
spraying their jargon
across the ether room again.
These wild dogs of the inter-night -
marking their territories ,
devouring domains at 100 dollars a pop.
Pin-striped Basquiats
yelling rabid chants of
Future Shock!
Megatrends! . Soma! ..
Big Brother!.. Newspeak! .. StrangeLove!
Where do you want to go today ?

I am wired . Get wired ...

Yahoo! Hang ten and surf.
Get wired.
My God , it's already 3 a.m. and I am in Iceland.

It's a wasteland of words, Alfred
Across this platter of ether.
Waking and sleeping, the waters lap.
Flicking lights on this harbor of amber.
Where insomniacs gather mossy feet,
dragging tired eyes in their pockets.
The wires of taught words that tighten the noose
The void that make lovers into strangers.
The void where the homeless gather bones.
The void where the screams stop silent
on the window pane

Are you wired ? Get wired.

We are the straw men.
Straw Insects gathering around a flame.
Catching fire across the membranes.
Let us go then, you and I,
while the silicone fibers are tied across the horizon.
Like tiny fire flies on a summer's night
That fly too close and vaporize in mid air
Leaving only skeletons of their eyes.
Faint shadows of scorched hair.
The hair that falls from my balding scalp.

And the women come and go speaking of T.S. Eliot.

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