August 02, 1999
6:15 P.M. pdt 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"on a hot august night "
this
is the way, my friends, we have arrived inside
you do not have to be afraid anymore
the computer gurus
the boys and the gurus
analyzing, augmenting, offering, and taking,
has anyone figured it out.
is theantichrist.comhere yet.
?
as I ponder all sorts of imponderables, dissecting pure reason for an answer
Time magazine reports on the eastern heat wave
with a sidebar about global warming
what it is and what your government should be doing about it
write your congressman
?
as the
end nears on rollerblades,
skating past our safehouses,
if the homeless are given free websites,
then they each have their home.com in perpetuity
the world is online now, suckers, and all you have to do is give me
your credit card number.
buy now
?
the geeks and the pariahs,
the one true christ and selected messiahs
the internet is the answer and the poison my friends
I embrace the computer
as I scorn it
the game is over insert quarter
we have no one to blame but ourselves
I've been buying your soap
on the internet I can name my price
but
caveat emptor.com
?
Link to the original graphic poem
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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