Hi-tech is my game
Analog to digital
I hail from Nashville
Over one hundred patents
I'm Jesse Eugene Russell
I am flowered in the shade of bird wings
neath patch of deep sadness absent of clouds
beholden to loosen memories mist filtered
cell charged energies their liberal release
bars that separate the spirited guardians
of fortitude held till dawn gilded rays shone
on the levy's shoreline thrashing waves
tethering the oceanic breezes crowning the
curling tops of surf swirling foams that
champion a sandy blackened shorelines
surging and receding in merciful coiling
of rejuvenating wetness where beached
life shoots to recapture folds of a fragile
domain as the briny seawater air loops
loosely stretch o'er the isles beckoning
the suds of waves and coconut thuds fall.
Transmitting this virus
Wirelessly
Transforming this violence
Mercilessly
I am sitting inside my smart TV set
with my wireless remote control
and I can’t seem to get my wireless remote control
to work for me
can someone out there
please keep on changing the channels for me
to something else
Wireless
When you become unclued your face begins to frown when you start to sweat
your hair fails out when you become angry your voices begins to crack glass
When you don't answer your phone your bills mount sky high
That's when you have become unglued
Finally I just drive off knocking down trees try
it try to catch me oh well what the hell I just
became unglued
Now this is it it's all in the pan it's all over it's
Wireless
Copy@written November 2013
The Wireless Signal
By Elton Camp
Biff had belonged to the mob most of his life
It provided great income for him and his wife
The feds had been making threatening noise
He felt safe in his house, protected by his boys
Communications from his computer were secure
As he kept a geek on payroll just to make sure
One day when Biff started to sign on the Internet
It was quite a nasty surprise that he then did get
To select the Wi-Fi signal he was about to try
“FBI Surveillance Van” he was horrified to spy
“It looks like the jig is up!” Biff loudly cried
As he saw agents about to force their way inside
Horray for the Wireless World
By Elton Camp
Telephone service comes shooting through the air
And for the wireless Internet signal I sure do care
At one time, I wouldn’t have believed it could be
To talk on Skype and the other person there to see
Remote control clickers work almost everything
And from them not even a single wire does spring
If only electricity by wireless could somehow arrive
With almost no utility lines we would be able to survive
But I guess that there is no way that can possibly be
But considering all the advances, let’s just wait and see
Star Trek communicators were imagination gone too far
But only a few decades later, why right here they are
Is it even possible that the time will finally come around
When those utility poles and lines will be taken down?
A virus has spread across this land, in their ear or in their hand.
By Robb A. Kopp
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