Doing Lazy Diva Poses In Front of 24 Inch LCD

if only i could be with every pixel
couldn’t i only with them all say ‘if’?
such simple juxtapositions of course
are off course and such simple horse
shit.
lazy poseur frontin’ new 3D teevees
making some more compelling content for me.
this story could be told in another dimension,
of course that’s what they said in my sessions
with a psychiatrist.
no, i cannot leave the couch, so highly
irregularly cannot actually make me know
how watering leaves leaves a lot in circular patterns,
with some herbs. and fiddlehead ferns, what ho? slightly
smiling.
i hope you’re smiling :)
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"My pieces comprise, entirely, works of fiction. Some pieces are shorts, others tend to get a little longer. Some are straightforward and may be read evenly, while others can tend to be amorphous. You see, sometimes the writer does his piece completely lucid, sitting straight up and staring intently into it as his fingers simply glide across the keys. Other times his eyes are opaque with tears from imaginary emotions. Sentences, nay, words, barely come out as he stabs at each letter with one trembling finger, like how your mom types. Then there are the times a piece of work is scrawled from a leaking pen on a notepad in a bar after several whiskeys, as the writer gleefully tries to get everything down before the bouncers come over to throw him out for laughing like a crazy person to himself all night. The writer cannot say what is good, or what is bad. He can only write. It does not do for one to rank a piece of his work above others, just as it does not do for one to deign to strive to be published. That must be left to others, to come and ask the writer if they may publish his work, and that all of the work would be copyright (c) him 2000-2009, if they were to do so. Some of the pieces may even seem far too real -- as though he's actually blogging about his real life, his personal thoughts. You know -- because it is a blog, some people may think that may be the case. Well it ain't, damn you, it ain't." The man in the tracksuit shrugged over the counter. "Thanks for the info, Hemingway," he said, "but I just wanted to know where the damn ATM is."

3 thoughts on “Doing Lazy Diva Poses In Front of 24 Inch LCD

  1. I would like to have every (woman) kinda like, how this pixel is feeling. Imagine hving to look at all those beautiful beings right next to you, and you can only have the 1.

    its like living torture.. All those beautiful colors, and lights. ;)

  2. Cool! Thanks for the read, Marissa!

  3. Anytime =) I was hoping I read it okay because the format of the poem is a little different. I wanted to do it justice lol

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