As Long As (Watch out for the Ping Soda)
The Matrix On Cheetos
As Long As
As long as there’s bottomless Ping we can drink
and a computerized thingy implanted to sync
with what’s left of our brain and also the right
and Cheetos hardwired all day and all night
so that crunch we can go and snap we can pop
with never and never and never a stop,
then we will feel nearly, gee, almost at home
no matter how close or how far we do roam,
no matter if Saturn’s just outside our glass
or Uranus is left far behind on its ass–
Oh we will be happy as happy can be
in our saucer uncupped by all gravity
in a pod that’s so cute, so very cozy
where there floats just me and just me and just me.
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Here’s a sort of draft ditty for Bjorn Rudberg’s wonderful prompt on dVerse Poets Pub to write a sci fi poem. I don’t know if this qualifies–I do confess to liking the drawing. (An older one by yours truly. As always all rights reserved.)
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November 16, 2013 at 11:06 pm
Fun! Drawing and nursery rhyme are compelling. Very cozy and solipsistic, and only creepy around the edges.
November 17, 2013 at 4:16 am
Love this.. just the thought of being alone with a computer onboard is scary enough to make me prefer to be hardwired to the machine… your poem take me through the brighter side of Arthur C Clarke, an cherios are sure better than a long trip than dialogues with HAL (ain’t your pal)
November 17, 2013 at 7:13 am
I’ll take this poem as my birthday present (belatedly as my b’day was yesterday !:-) ). Beautiful, beautiful piece. Many thanks.
Greetings from London.
November 17, 2013 at 7:25 am
Ha–thanks so much–happy birthday! k.
November 17, 2013 at 7:34 am
Absolutely charming to read this Sunday morning K 🙂
November 17, 2013 at 7:41 am
Thanks, Grace! Have a great break. k.
November 17, 2013 at 8:32 am
haha your anus far left behind on the ass….being out there all alone, that would be pretty scary….space is so huge….but then again it would be exciting as well…
November 17, 2013 at 8:34 am
Hi, I thought you’d like that line. Ha. k.
November 17, 2013 at 11:43 am
Oh I really like the mix of nursery rhyme and horror movie.. that conjures up a lot. Scary nonsense!
November 17, 2013 at 6:56 pm
A lot of fun this one. Nicely done.
November 17, 2013 at 6:58 pm
Thanks, Shanyns.
November 17, 2013 at 7:23 pm
This is fun. I enjoyed the appearance of Cheetos in the fourth verse. It reminded me that I miss those crunchy, yellow things. I cannot get them where I live… smiles…
November 17, 2013 at 7:42 pm
This is fantastically fun! A true pleasure to read!
November 17, 2013 at 7:48 pm
Thanks! k.
November 18, 2013 at 1:37 am
Very mystical! home is where the heart is!
November 18, 2013 at 3:04 pm
I have caught quite a buzz from the Ping (and your galloping cadence) and really, this makes me hungry for the salty of the Cheetos. I love your drawing, and the title is most fantastic of all.
November 18, 2013 at 3:27 pm
Ha! Thanks, Jane. It is an old drawing that I like a lot and thought of in connection with something science fiction-y. Thanks for all of your kind comments and your time reading. Take care, k.
November 21, 2013 at 1:24 pm
Must have missed this one in my dazed condition this week–I love the singsong rhyme, k. –and the sardonic overview, and most of all, the Cheetos! One of the things I’ve had to give up over the years, and therefore all the dearer in memory. ;_) We do indeed take our ersatz little constructs wherever we go, boldly or not so much.