cyber sestina						


I have a 6 color monitor screen
I have a light touch keyboard
I have a mega mega byte hard drive
My modem sets me up on line
I search the Web and surf the Net
I trip in the place called Cyber Space

It is not like outer space
you have seen on your TV screen, 
broadcast by one of the networks
with commercials to keep you from being too board.
It is something that sometimes step out of line,
like a drinking friend who wants to drive.

But I can take a virtual drive
through cyber highways in this wierd space
and then with one good URL line,
spill another new dimension from my screen
all from my keyboard
as my fingers surf the Net.

Sometimes I get stuck downloading from the Net
and it ties up my hard drive.
So I take my hands off the keyboard
and take this opportunity to adjust head space,
have a toke, add some music.. a good Coltrane line
and blow the smoke at the glowing screen.

There is a dead bug smashed on my screen.
It gave it's life to the Net.
It was my sacrifice to Cyber-God On-Line, 
so blessings may befall my hard drive
and protection from viruses from dark space
where the Hackers type on old Amiga boards.

With nerves of rock and E-mail hard as boards,
I fight the flamewars, as they scortch my screen.
I love this new place called Cyber Space.
I feel so alive without a face, just a name on the Net
just characters or numbers with an "at" symbol in the line
and Email adventurer, just learning to drive.

feeling confident in the space, removing the safety net
fingers fly across keyboard, making changes on the screen
line after line, HTML and UNIX directed direct drive