When Surfing eHarmony 4 Another Maya
<SHeByte>
Internet Explorer me till I’m Yahoo for pop-ups!
Google me till my eBay is full of cache cookies!
Flash drive me till my pixels bleed analog Blog!
Domain me till my .com screams .cum come on!
<HeRAM>
Begin
while 1=1 do begin
outtext(“Eh, …hello, Maya?”);
outimage;
end;
End;
<SHeByte>
Spyware me with your latest anti-virus.
Bit Torrent me with your G-4 iPod.
Harddrive me with your global Tomtom.
SPAM me with your wet phishing game.
<HeRAM>
with Text_To; use Text_To
procedure whoa
begin
put(“Whoa, just a minute.”);
end whoa
<SHeByte>
Punched card me;
dot matrix me;
un-zip me;
8-bit me;
n00b me.
<HeRAM>
program TooMuch;
begin
writeln(“Too much stimuli.”);
end.
<SHeByte>
Copy & paste me?
DOS prompt me?
Snail mail me?
Off-on me?
<HeRAM>
******Ouput for Love
WRITE(6,*) “Love doesn’t compute.”
STOP
END
<SHeByte>
If your Y2K buffer’s overflow
& hasn’t been properly reformatted,
your heart-disk is still broken.
Your 1.0 version is incompatible
with any wi-fi networking hotspots.
Reinitialize; life ain’t no demo-version.
<HeRAM>
(define download-overload
(lambda ( )
(begin
(write “Download Overload”)
(newline)
(download-overload))))
<SHeByte>
Quick press “Ctrl+Alt+Delete” & reboot.
Hit “any key” for a T1 lifeline to reconnect
or face the blue screen of death.
<HeRAM>
>403 Forbidden - Access Denied
>The Data Path specified, C:\CYBERLOVE\MAYA\, is invalid. Defaulting to ..ISOLATION\.
>A fatal exception øE has occurred with heart-drive at ø157:BF7FF831
>Error (404 Not Found) - Mouse is unattached
>SYSTEM HALTED
>SHUTDOWN NOW
>…
>
<SHeByte>
WWW(World Wide Wait)…
Oh, well…
no hyperlink syncs 4ever.
All tactile rights reserved.
- Lee Minh Sloca
(featured in the poetry forum 05.27.10)
Things That Still Smolder After a Wildfire Night
1 eye contact
I have washed hundreds of times;
yet
the redwood in her hairs still
ensnarls me,
tousles me,
then truncates me into a flea,
to float in the foliage of sweat.
Even if
I bathe a thousand after that in the Pacific.
2 lol txt mssgs
@ daybrk
i lie awke dreamin
hony dew abve ur lips
& flurry of
hurrid ksses
@ twilite
i hmbly crumble
clutchin torn tickt
frm 18th St. dnce
whre ur toe tap
byhood’s dream
eve 2 morn
morn 2 eve
ashes 2 eyelashes
U imbue me.
3 sips from the Napal Valley
Those Golden Mountain times with her still own me…
open sores haven’t quite fossilized yet,
even that one,
and that bone,
and that one.
And I’m lost again;
…down to the last bubble
thrashing in La Brea tar pit,
refusing to forget.
4 ex-cesses in Lala Land
Calmly Maya glides through me
as only Hollywood can,
cutting through fleshy cake,
half dreamy, half bony.
Surprise! Surprise!
As in,
another boyfriend shows;
that all Angeleño knows,
except me.
- Lee Minh Sloca
(added 05.27.10)
Hypertext
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< meta name="Description" content="I have known her white face since I was 8 year old, trying to be sane in Vietnam. The reality of her scares me even now. Especially, now that she has chosen another. Regardless of what others blindly moralize, I will continue to seek courage in loving her in the silence of my heart." / >
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< td >anger
< td >faith
acceptance
art
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< td colspan="5" >< span class="past" >The last time I heard from Maya was in a Yahoo email, telling me that she wouldn't be attending the poetry workshop that Wednesday.< /span > < span class="present" >A year later, this past week, when I attended a job fair for non-profit souls, I thought I saw the back of her. < span class="emotion" >I became mute.< /span >< /span >< /td >
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< td colspan="5" >< span class="broken" >© Le Minh Hoang< /span >< /td >
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- Lee Minh Sloca
(featured in the poetry forum 01.24.10)
Hallmark Cards from the Rubber Room
¿why must brushstroke of your tears endear nearness in me?
¿why must the fruit of your smiles root fire inside of me?
~ bookshelves have forsaken me ~
~ gone are El Che, César Chávez, all of Maya’s union warcries ~
¿how many swan dives must it take to revive your blackened heart?
¿how many scars must it take to jar shooting stars from your flesh?
~ flowerpots have forsaken me ~
~ gone are banana slug, tallness of redwood, all of Maya’s freckle-faced sunshine ~
¿must your hairs airbrush his prayer but tear down mine?
¿must your lips skip in beats to his heart but silence mine?
~ bathroom counter has forsaken me ~
~ gone are razor blades, cellphone charger for 2, all of Maya’s fragrance in 4 different languages ~
- Lee Minh Sloca
(featured in the poetry forum 10.29.09) |
