emotion implosion

and all the feelings
add up in algebraic
ways - and time
somehow ceases
to be.

and Ergo, this site,
this poetry site with
feelings (emotions) should
have an audio component - and
a video component and a visual
component beyond just the written
words (and even those should be given
more freedom - to be bold or colorful)
and the new poetry poet or whatever
they will call us in some distant
moment outside of time - will be
multimedia. and the intraweb
will be the paper - not
the monitor. and when
e-paper comes out
what will the
poets really
say? will they
still lamely try
to be printed in print
magazines, as if that's some
sort of badge making them a genuine
poet. the word is hypertextual - sensual -
emotional - able to transcend to realms
of music and beat and meter and, a-
gain emotion. senses. all of them.
including the others. excluding
the hate. the fear. the silent
walking away because it's not
what's talked about on tele-
vision or the modern media.

rebel, all ye poets. speak up.
i can't hear you. i'm listening,
though. what do you want to say and
how do you want to say it? this is our
canvas - a notebook that is endless and
can be interlinked. the worlds that open up
- of dreams, of reality.

and i need to stop smoking.

soon.

not a year
from now.

time speeds up.

dreams will not affect me.

my eyes are open and i see clearly.

the path goes on before me.

i dreamed i dream.

indeed.

and if full-
blown kpaul
mode is too
much for the
audience i will
pull a salinger
and disappear,
w/out elect-
ricity even.

hehe. i smile.

the source of that
is here and not here
at the same time. and
it's fragile and any words
describing it would ruin it -
like an owl spotted fallen from
the tree and so full of fear but with
siblings to rally for it to make a great
escape. hidden lyrics mix together. songs -
words - poetry - images.

let's make ergo good, ok?

do you read me?

i'm not speaking.