Plasma Scream Flat Panel World

Don’t think for a moment
That I am unaware of the irony
The self reflexive flattery
Of producing these digital expressions
All about me
Or the avatar of me
Or at least the icon of me
In multiple media channels
That filter the universe
That mediate the universe
And mirror it back on me
The center of this blogospheric
Narcissistic elastic metafantastic
Computer generated horror show
That is me on teevee watching me

Ever notice how things feel
When you have slept on your arm
And your hand is numb
The most exquisitely sensual objects
Just become interrupting barriers
Jarring reminders that you cannot feel

Ever notice how life feels
When you have been put to sleep
By the weight of all those mediated channels
Blogs, websites, teevee, newspapers, radio hosts
Ever notice?
Even the most exquisitely sensual experiences
Just become high definition barriers
Flat panel plasma screen surround sound
Interrupting barriers
Jarring reminders that you cannot feel
Ever notice?

Don’t think for a moment
That I am unaware of the irony
But enough about me
Let’s talk abut my new cd

Just Now