"Body" ::: poem ::: me

"Body",
as in somebody, nobody...

body art,
wrapping around my flesh...

used in hardcore, high-impact sports,
where I engage in intense grinding,
slashing, thrashing, smashing,
curb turning, sidewalk crack to sidewalk crack,
from wave to wave, crest to crest,
thrill-seeking, cuts-and-bruises,
scars-and-slashes,
gashes from blood spurting
due to crashes and rides.

To the high-speed data wired way of life
an intensified thrill-seeking joy ride,
riding in the red rocket,
on the fast lane of the information highway...
on its way to the bright planet Mars;
the destination of all trucks, SUVs, and cars...

from a cozy home, to grocery stores,
to convenient stores, to pharmacies,
to bars...

where edgy technology meets
the admirer of Nintendo,
but the player of X-box, Playstation,
and Wii.

One who plays on a Mac
and a Windows pc,
Yes, that would be me.

Surrounding these computers
are gadgets. Running on the monitor
screen are applications and widgets...
developed from basic code structure
of ones and zeros as bicoded digits.

This is my life.

I hope you digg' it.
I know I digg' it...
as I dig "Diggin' up her bones"
by the Misfits,
as I am sometimes.
to be known to society,
as misunderstood,

and misfitted,
out-of-the box,
coloring outside of the lines.

This life is created by me.

Below the bridge,
where a boat passes by,
reeking of graffiti and sewage,
polluted, sea, plant life
wishing for beauty.


Within this sea-filled ocean,
lies my treasure chest,
brushing up against the
music box buried deep,
in the gravel, dirt, sand,
of the sea-floor.
The music box is
key-turned, winded,
and finally wound up,
creating ear-bound,
cutting edge sounds:
beat by bits,
bit rate by bit rate,
causing the sea creatures
and my ears to rattle.
humming while dancing
to rhythms produced
by beats per minutes,
as my heart beats
to the beat of that drummer.

Occasionally, I am in the sea,
with Spongebob, craving his
pineapple house to eat,
it's looks yummy, alright.
maybe catching a gnarly wave,
and hoping the jellyfish will be
my friend as they are for Spongebob.
TV shows, hit or miss during the day,
but Adult Swim and prime time fill nights.
The Office with Jim, Michael, and Dwight,
Tuesday and Thursday nights.
to Tina Fey, on Saturday and Thursday.
TV is part of my life
in each and every way.
Rarely, but at times,
my eyes watch Office Space,
or a mockery there-of.

I go from place-to-place by day,
and at night, I think about space,
looking up at the sky with a gaze.

Of the places I go,
one is the beach,
where I chill-out,
relax, surf, fish,
fly a kite,
or put two together,
Kite-surfing, kite boarding.
Sounds like fun!!
Catching a gnarly wave.
A beach day.

(This day would be added
to my half-filled bleach
white canvas eventually
creating my life's beauty
revealed in the painting
that has elements
added and removed
from time to time.)

Eventually,
the sun sets,
and the gravity-
force-filled-moon,
begins to rise,
as the strands
of rays from the sun
begin to fall....

With a roy roger of sweet taste,
in hand, evoking a jolly roger
spirit within a homey atmosphere,
where sits a comfy couch, bed, and all.
sitting while one enjoys Spongebob's
"Spongebob vs. The Big One" while
filling my stomach with mouth-craving,
saliva-inducing, sweet delights.
delicious treats.

Blankets are drawn,
as I hop into bed, with my fiancee,
in the grasp of my arms,
as the whispers of my chatter
fill her ears, creating unspoken cheers.
Tumbling into a dryer-like cycle of ripples,
wrinkles, flaps, fluttering blankets
and sheets.

This is my life.

Starring up at brightly lit stars,
enjoying their contrast against the nights.

And our joy and laughter
evoked by the random
humor generated
by random people.

A life, filled with techno-screaming,
mind-slapping, hardware producing
beeps, sporadic blinking of LED lights,
shining as bright as street glowing decked
out supa' fly rides, with gleaming, vibrant,
neons that surround the reflections of
rims full of decor.
Rims, wheelin' down the streets,
through the LED neon graffiti jungles
that fill street-side walls of city buildings
standing tall.

Within this city,
zoomed in further,
on a Google map,
GPS, something,
or other, g-umm...thing,
googling around,
the lens eye,
ogling, focused
on an image of
a figure standing,
sitting, stretching,
long, skinny, and tall.
Once again, this, that,
everything else and all,
is just a painting of me.
-53th