Truth: Stranger Than Dot-com

VOLUME 10 TABLE OF CONTENTS

original photo by Dan Mouer: Downtown series

TRUTH: STRANGER THAN DOT-COM

When truth comes, things change

Everything you kiss may turn to rage

It will be a case of bad-luck fever

Mistaken names and strained words

Digital errors compounded digitally.

One generation fears the clock

Another ignores it, takes up with strangers.

We love the mystery life,

Its secret funding for colleagues and cadavers.

Guard your databases,

Because you insist on having

What you have never had, a range of motion

A welcome mat, a cryptic password,

Places to be a part of to browse and learn

To fill in risky blanks with who’s at what.

Truth whispers like promises

Unlocks like-tumblers in private spaces.

It is all cyber willingness

A super being in your alcove

Bathing in your electrons,

A server of another love.

Its cloud-soft hands frisk you

Searching for your digits.

Names mean nothing, handle and legacy are all.

Descriptive anagrams spell you out,

Decrypt your imagery.

Strangers are welcome to visit

As they carve out a new wilderness

With fidgety foundations of text

Hyper layers of logs and linked desires

But the dangers ARE hidden

awaiting the beast of your energy,

atomic tooth and nail art

ready to lash out and place

poisoned tongued remarks

at the next stranger’s door

that dares to close in your face.