Liquid Chrome - Prose Poetry

"Liquid Chrome"

I was mainlined into the hard-drive of my CD ROM,
Prom-queen dysfunctional secretary at my side.
My hip-code gets me access
to the main-frame cyber highway,
Oceans of liquid chrome all around me,
Metallic bronze shark fins,
Stainless steel rats chewing silicone...FLASH!
I dance, laughing on my cyber disc
splicing the liquid chrome cyber space...Suddenly!
I pray to God and Einstein answers me.
His celestine body electrons flowing with data downloading
C=EM SQUARED,
teleportation facts and Tibetan astral traveling
My Tye Techniques.
I'm wired in from the brain to the main frame.
I splice a sharks fin with metallic screams
as I enter the liquid chrome prism
surfing to my funk... HOLY MEGABIT!
I'm a cyber punk chrome cowboy...PZIT!'

The year is 7000 BC,
I'm at Stonehedge watching Druids chant with orgasmic frenzy.
I boot the disc!...FLASH!
Tidal wave of liquid chrome 900 klicks high with me at it's crest
laughing, crying, screaming, flying on my laser disc
POWER SERGE!!!
HOLY SMOKING DEVIL!!!
flat lined again.

Let me splice in a slice of life with my wife Ambrosia.
She points at a lot of funny little orange and purple balls
floating in the liquid chrome.
Are they land minds, mind traps,
craps I lose the wave,
Quick make a save,
I insert my disk into...FLASH!!!

I disconnect my mind from the main-frame,
Liquid chrome tears slide like mercury down my face.
SOMEBODY ZAPPED ME!!!
I SENSE A TRACE!!!
PZIT!!!

I was watering my Chia Pet in the Johnny
when the cops busted in and handcuffed me with
plastic garbage bag ties,
subpoenas and lies.

The judge said,
"Cyber Punk, how do you plea?,"
I answered with one of my five fingers.
He sentenced me to forty days and forty nights.
Flash, Slam, Clang goes the chrome bars.
I My Tye the hell out of there...PZIT!!!

I was smoothing through the tall dark grass,
in the Garden of Eden...Suddenly,
An Irish Aborigine runs past me,
I trip him,
he stumbles,
he passes out,
I enjoy a barbecued rib,
he awakes with woman lying next to him...Flash!

I drool liquid chrome on the blue tiles of my cell.
I build an ark
from the little brown ice-cream sticks...Suddenly,
A busted water pipe
in the cell upstairs makes my vision a reality.
Cell mates next door with fractions,
factions,
crypts and bloods all screaming for a place
in my mind's ark.
BEGONE DEMONS!!!
I scream at Einstein while on death's row number nine,
I splash into the liquid chrome...PZIT!!!

I pull the plug,
smoke rises from the jack at the base of my skull,
I must rid myself of this addiction to Liquid Chrome!

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