Pen And Paper

When the internet goes out

there’s always pen and paper.

Our voices won’t be silenced!

We are the spice!

I talk big, really, for an expat,

sitting at a desk in his underwear,

a Bukowskian figure, except for the

liquor bottles long since a memory.

Sunlight through the skylight yet

cool rainy season breeze…I like

the internet, being connected, in tune,

plugged in, watching the puzzle unfold,

unpacked by people not quite sure 

what they’re doing, others very certain.

It’s all been written for posterity, (is that

the same as eternity?) on paper, copied

during the Dark Ages, rediscovered in

Greece, in the Mid East on scrolls, on

the clay tablets of the Flintstones.

Once Homosap learned to yap, you

couldn’t shut him up! What did you 

splice onto those monkey genes?

Pandora’s mouth!

…all transcribed

nature of mind,

(there it went again…

a little pig…with wings…)

is that your natural mind?

Describe it.