O master
of the square head
of the keys the board,
the hard drive the hard driven.
O master of the inspired
the fantasy makers -
the givers takers the tired.
O Master of the invisible web -
the searchers surfers
the getting the lot on eBay.
O Master of the lost document
the not saved the disappeared,
where no smoke rises - no ash remains.
O Master of the program,
the programmed pack,
the daily tapping rhythms
of writing the letters - regretters fretters givers getters.
O master of creating designing styling the books
dresses trousers houses packets,
movies music video games
illegal rackets.
O Master of collating the figures
the profits losses,
compiling the news - individual views,
sending the info, sending the mail.
O Master of the Macs and PCs,
I call you Zen because of the stick you hold.
When you freeze - the rational breaks into disorder,
the dance of mayhem crescendos
as infections set in - when you crash,
the incomprehensible takes root
while the mother of chaos births fires
of frustration irritation displeasure.
Helpless like a child to the wall some surrender -
fall at your feet - receive lessons given.
This does not apply to the nerds and
the they that go faster than the speed of light -
who see not the plight of the plebs.
O square faced machine,
you are a spoke in a wheel of a future
when all will be different in view and in way.
But today, while this is soooo far away,
I'll stay riding the wave of the incoming tide
of the techno day, and pray to get out of the way
as I back up crack up clean the hard drive,
re-install re-install, get back onto line -
back onto course -
re-connect with the source.
O Master
2005 ©