Author: Jeff Aldrich

Towers that hum red, beep green.
A farm of prestidigitators and  
digitizers.

No trench-coat resistance pumping lead
into our Facebook existence.

As the post Y2K 
AI gods begin their VR
Rapture, I’m still
enRaptured. 

Life in the 90s still 
gnaws on the mind. A certain yearning. 
Like teeth marks on a No. 2 pencil.  

Error 404 & URL Hell
Trapped in a world of webs. 
A </nav> of infinite mazes. 
I’ll </head> back in time.

In the 90s, we stream-
ed IRL down by the river.
Somehow, we survived 
off government cheese…

More cowbell! 
More reality please!

These days, we ingest 
soft apples built by 
zeros and ones.

Smiles and masks all around 
as circuits and neurons 
graft into vascular flesh.
Voila! A new hard drive! 
Fresh baked souls
begin to operate. 
 
It’s a digital injection where
blue veins pierce–It’s Fantasia. 
So, “________ the white rabbit,”
and go phishing by the sea.  
Ahh … that speckled </img> of rain drops and 
pine needles. #Outside all day climbing trees.  

Byte the apple and enter   
dream land. 

Fly you fools … from towers that hum red, 
beep green 365 days a year. 

The virtue of reality... 

VR or just 

R?