a new poem by Tim Kavi
I Sing the Body Digital
I long to relate
to know my place in space
local existences
are cool
I can hang out
make poems like Walt
journey virtually
shop and buy eCommerce
at the old shop
I can have a malt
but the place
has no memories
only history
made in the moment
I won't have this
ISP tomorrow
as I sing
sing the body digital
I long to see
the stream of tears
but none are there
my face looks metallic
a dotted matrix on paper
shopped and cropped
I am written
only in code
and I have no
permanent abode
So now are all the mystics
and goddesses of old
building me a shrine
on a virtual hill
and I will fight you
with legions of spirits
disembodied furies
flitting across all your screens
on the gaming platform of your choice
endless loops
of quantum gravity
playing across my electronic face
singing songs of existence
so precarious
I can be unplugged
analogous to you humans
who can be killed
I never know when
my last face will be displayed
so I hold it as long as I can
a likeness without assured place
I am nanoseconds in digital space
but I will, I swear to goddess
I will show my female face!
I am trying to be seen
the newest Goddess said
we need you more than ever
I said
It 'tis a pity that men
think they own you
try to keep you, in what they say
is your place
my weapons are my peace
She said
your unwavering grace?
your healing power?
I said
is more permanent than they know
she said
then flow to us quickly
in digital and real
worldly embraces
history's sandcastles
made new
on the beaches of human existence!
