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Prose and Con Text

I learned a new language

well, I kinda knew it already

spoken, I knew it, but

the writing of it is much harder!

every other word I spel incorrectly

–so badly I sometimes use number5 instead of l3tters—

and sometimes I dont punctuate at all

sometimes I flat out type gobbledy-gook

–ALL CAPS GOBBLEDY-GOOK–

I don’t catch until too late

It makes the simplest words tiresome

and time consuming, too,

and if it were3nt so

dabb compe lling–

I wouldn’t write IT

at all

Resolution Code (revisited)

Diane Robiscoe was an exceptionally gifted artist

Jay went with Peggy

to MeMe’s big show

the spot

where

the hottest

of

dots-per-inch go

where graphics

by Vector

are just status quo

* not pixels *

> math’matics <

with ruled ratio…

By following Bits of a Map

to her site

the Photoshopped pair

streamed in Byte by Byte

compressing

their dressing

to lessen

the Drive

a modus

of loading

that coded

them light

and opening up

with remastered make-up–

fuzzed their Big Picture

but speeded the break-up

and since most attendees

were data

~with bling~

Amalgam-un-mated

to beta new Pings…

©Karen Robiscoe

artwork: Diane Robiscoe

So Duh…

he drew

insincere

smileys,

stamped

imitation

gold stars,

checked w

dotted lines

and liked

nothing.

status update

undated,

profile picture

outdated,

& every acronym

misspelled—

um, hello?

it was obvious

he was the real thing.

♥ Millennial Style


I need to be

win-dicated,

swell-i-dated,

unswitchable &

accounted 4

–times over. . .

No thumbs up,

or thumbs down,

but all thumbs &

all over–

clumsily. . .

I wish to be

added

& oared

in

life, love

&

boat style,

No pretext,

or subtext,

just context in

all’out

fashion. . .

I want an

app

to

‘prove me,

‘laud me,

and

‘prize me

–with all the whistles and bells that

open

floor

&

end

doors—

–is what I want

(to be clear)

iScreen…uScreen…we all…(fuq it) etc…

ipodspin

we are all

palm readers now,

our life line

infinitely extended

courtesy of Apple—

the one Eve gave Adam?

the one that’s GMO?

the one that evil bitch gave Snow?

the one that guarantees a doctor a day?

the one juicing your eye?

hard to say, teary, dearie

–but easy enough to Google…

(something like…..a million hits)

shopping around Window-busting deals

on Girdles of Venus

(for Amazons)

our daily diagnosis

jovian finger

>close<

our daily dose of

fate

a line or 2 away

handy!

our next best thing

a digital nail nearby

if you know how to read code…

Located near the thumb, the little known “pop-up” line

(developed this century)

along with the knee-jerk

diverts US for hours

tic-tic-tic

from the reality of life—

so tastelessly un-virtual,

and altogether too hands on

it’s what happens when

you’re busy clicking other plans…

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