As the world is poisoned
and enslaved
by technology
and since romance
and the days of my youth
were slain years ago
I’ve taken to peeping in
on the cam girls of Colombia
Especially one with a sweet
petite figure, ravenesque hair,
and a mouth full of braces.
her life force bursts through
My Android screen and leaves
me gasping at glimpses of what
could have been and probably
was for her ancestors dancing
In grass skirts on
Some unspoiled island,
flowers in their hair, as the
drums announce the arrival
of my ancestors wearing
Frilly shirts on some
sailing ship while staring through
crude telescopes at the laughing
island girls wading towards them,
honeyed breasts glistening under
the sun. And now I lay on my
worn futon watching this
Cambodian babe
who could make me so happy
laughing and making rap
video hand gestures as
the (other?) peeping perverts send
virtual margaritas and
she rocks happily to the drums of
“Highway to Hell” as if we haven’t
traveled that road long ago
and arrived at our
eternal destination.
— FB
Musings, Mutterings, and Condemnations 