The Cyber Nude
Something in the face of catharsis
rivets me there, a docking phobia
in spaces of collective minds
while mine, a static electron,
circles some unknown nomenclature
to arrive at depictions of zero
What forces of truth could not reckon
your standing there, totally nude,
just a model for the first female
Sexpot-in-space?
All that the computer downloaded
while I slept,
configuring Eve’s tantalizing torso
for the cyber gods unknown.
How do I dematerialize
the corporeal hoax of myself
& enter into her naked proximity?
Forever violating it now
I feel her pixel breasts, Tech-master,
but my software has expired
The Beatnik Cowboy 