a MUG junkie

pardon the
terminology
but it's appropriate
in some regards,
i guess the rest
is up to your own
interpretation -
at least that's
what you said.

song lyrics
hidden in
poems and
smuggled
out of
the country
via the intraweb
by third world
double out-
sourced
word-
smiths
with
vocal chords
and chorus
girls and
where was
i on the
21st and
where am
i now and
then, again,
it seems i've
forgotten my
place in the
poem, my place
in the world.

just one more
WORD, just one
more LINE, just
one more SYLLABLE,
just one more JUST
ONE MORE... let
me yell with
letters to
see whether
or not anyone
is actually
listening
to MUG as
sound made
internal through
the crossing of
various wires
across the globe,
the several distinct
continents (although
south america and
africa look like
they at one time
were connected...)

so far away, so
far away ...
well, so
far any-
way. is
there
any
way
you
can
see
the
me
now?