God Sits In A Dark Room With Thick Glasses

In the tangle of the spider web
heels and square-toes click  
against wet microchips.
Status update personas,
streaming live feeds
through the artificial mother.
 
A jumbled mess of 0´s ans 1´s
with our emoticons twittering
on the edge of an information black hole.
 
and we become,
Holograms and love modems,
characters in the blogosphere
deleted at the knees.

Reviews

[Pi Cee]

Interesting.. Good write.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to know what God can see or want to see. I believe he ain't content with what we are doing. I like the logic of this poem. A new view for a old man. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote