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UNTITLED DOCUMENT
Werner Reichhold
Jane Reichhold

almost the voltage of a riddle, there is the inviting blue
of a square screen and an arrow to search with; but to who's
mind should the distance of my view be linked?


every one is gathered, silent as stones waiting to speak, curved
as the space which surrounds the waiting to be awakened


the navigator's spelling of directions. So overlaid, the sound
of icons, I release a pilot-thought; inside for the outside,
serving the water of my cells, growing wings


dust collected by the motherboard coheres in her terminal
and from the magnetic field -- another life form


moonlight breaks through the barrier of books, zips on keys
and slowly, with some rays well-focused, highlights the letters
b - r - i - d - g - e


such fancy fretwork -- the howling synthesizer -- the matrix
of earthly sounds pushed to its limits reflects the stars


Hollywood types, apeshit over new bodies driven by the appetites
of VCRs cruise the pathways of restaurants, diner and lounge
to prove you are where you eat


fed up, the browser acts like Marilyn Monroe asking through shaking
teeth: hard - where? please touch "enter"


in her C-drive, the root directory rejects soft-ram, installed
animalistic, alas, there is no enhanced memory thought there are
sheet stains of unknown origin



is there a parrot back in the wire-jungle,
the zoo owner's chain keeping him from flying off?


indices full of foreign expressions the manual trains us
ambidexitously to set-up (instead of sit-up), copy (when nothing
is there) and to delete and undelete, search and rep


a previous field where a paintbox electrifies
the sounds of unexperienced dark turning matterclick, click the cursor way of drawing
now to move that...


twisted! click! hum art recedes -- out the window the colorful
world dims to one light dot -- zap and the power is gone


during a talk with an unsaveable voice
the mouse rests under a straightened forefinger


a warning for the cat, the screech of a trapped tail
it's just the modem asking for a fax, hours later,
then watching a machine shape your words in my printer


celebrated beyond the monitor, Good Friday:
several other homicides are disc-stored in an encyclopedia on


the legend of the dogwood flower -- how much is hidden
in our knowing -- the secrets are all there -- no theirs -- we are our own mystery -- how to find the button which accesses...


Help, nested in shift + patience, I throw lead
and bait alerting the dialog-box


here, during a regular breathing period, the anonymous
partners start a chess opening till he,
with a shy move, makes her black king look shaky


a crow glides over the cliff from his bird's-eye view
zoomed in for a message -- take care of your rook


"quarterly formatted" (wrong punch?) Jenny's rencoon
nibblefumbles Chicagokettles' bones; winter-wash,
how cabalistically his tailspin softens the porch


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k=niw who ge is -- tge beuggbir wutg tii nabt edis-yb-edis


side-by-side, magnifying the lower portion of a window;
it hums; Carol draws on memory:
"are those mellow melting moments milk of mine?"


a small bowl in the back of the virtual refrigerator: an orange
tinged mass waves light greenish heads on the web


menu-bar, the tongue of an ox-symbol guides you
through an aisle of udders - find the season juice, e-mail it
and salaam! to the slits of a veiled partner in Abu-Dhali


web crawling, fingers visiting exotic places the eyes tire
the auto goes songless, sharpened by a graphic file


okay to exit and into combining commands
I trace an orphan: found by sound, a mammal appears
genes manipulated, wings were ears used to be


group and ungroup, arrange end attributes, snap to grid
the football season has begun to expose: monsters in nets


frozen to his ball, the face masked, the player
in a cloud of yelling stumbles -- touchdown!
above the floodlight, in its own game: the quarter moon


cheers! the megabyte file is found -- a friend
warmth from the flaming message -- I will for you...


the new Tab Works a grandson sends me Reach Out
generations connected to different terminals
how specific the cables; how generous the packaging


unwrapping wishes, they rotate as objects; shaping them,
to which transcendence they wish to be applied?


task-switcher- empty nest syndrom
retraining goes back to City college; cd/ to change direction
someone with a twinkling eye


I search for the Fool-Tool - click - black-out
an earthquake leaves me with a fear of fractals


destination: the jump-to-field
anchored in solid rock the music blasts
linked, jinxed, proofread the spell check's errors


the donkey of my homepage trots into space; long ears
listen - may the virginal waves take it temporarily on?


November 1995

 

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