What is Underground Propaganda


Computer Underground





poetry and fiction




bits of love

clicking away into the net
exchanging sweet words
with one never met
soft touch of her hand
words of caress
'lectronic nirvana
waiting to be met

flying thoughts
cross the screen
what is real
what is not

the night grows late
slumber beckons
another dream state
its time to enter

with a flip of the switch
she's banished, she's gone
digitial succumbs
no longer
but...

the thoughts persist
the mind still reels
my friends think i'm crazy,
absurd, unreal

its just a machine
the metal, not here
come out of your room,
come watch some tv

my world, i'm not leaving
you say its unreal
I think the same
of your preprogrammed tv

and besides
you've never had a virtual love
and until you wake - believe...
you'll never walk into my dream

but when the power is gone
and i lay down to bed
there is no caress,
no soft, gentle breath
alas


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