Where is my voodoo doll

in this inter-circuit highway

of push technology?

With what minds am I linked

as I walk hand in hand with my computer

down the aisle

creating a new breed of human

a direct connection between

body and soul and

TCP/IP protocol.

a virtual reality of nicks

and tits

and wanton desires for jam, tequila and little girl's mini-skirts.

The new world

where everyone is equal, concealed by the contrast of lines and

typos of personal character-

individual preselected scripts read at the combination of buttons

With what wave of bandwidth am I today?

What pulse of energy have I become?