Notes About The Poem
Art by G. A. Rosenburg
Spider Robinson's Plug In
sitting, spine curling, eyes glassy in rebound reflection
internal struggle in cyberspace brings smiles and a few brief howls
feeding off my own mass, I disregard this reality
neural synapses tickle the pleasure centers free of charge
have I eaten, have I bathed, have I moved in how many hours
regard the fantasy, I am the princess ax in hand
clans form around the click and ping the web drawn tight glows
world within world, the always ever after grows and grows, unreal
reality, the construct of naive minds, re-envisions itself
First Published by [Insert Coin Here] Anthology 2013
By A Kind of a Hurricane Press
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