Post Postmodern World

         Computers write our poems:

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            a thousand faces in sand

some things                         never change

    light and     filled with shreds

                      cantaloupe

                  frozen peas

              dinner dates

          lips                         synched

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 This is the post postmodern world

       colors are blankets we wear

            shoes are made of moving things (like megabytes)

transiting freedom our computers are our children or dogs and cats

     some people find that cars are dying but most people agree they are fun

          our grandparents are made of metal and we are made of plastic

our food is plastic too

instantaneous becoming has made it hard to grow

   Oh and we love green, green is the post postmodern color

               the post postmodern world shimmers in daytime when our crystals

                            froth up our electrolytes and we just plug our valves and keep truckin

coffee is not longer served, neither is tea, we sip octaves above batteries but

                              cylindrical nonetheless our lips shiver at the touch and glow

            we go go go; it’s the post postmodern world we don’t have time to sleep

    (we watch TV) and there is always time for a good tweet

              if you don’t understand, click here

                     when we dream it’s about buying pants or meat or telecommunication

that’s right, the cell phone is still a thing, prone to blinking our eyes

              we can’t wait for the next Ipad, when it rains you can hold out your hand

                  because now the rain is green (it’s really a lot better that way)