The Wired Song of J. Alfred
Prufrock
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
? 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 ...
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.
Ja Uhm Copyrights©1999
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