Here I am again

Naked and shivering
Seated where I write unimpeded
 
Looking at where the word
and I have been for the last couple of years
 
The internet ether
 
Curious place for a man who instinctively
measures physical distance (it's a survivor thing)
 
Electric world got no boundries that touch
 
People push and pull each other unmarked
 
The word and I- we move through all this
We try to stay loose
Minimize drag
 
We both know that soon enough the plug
is popped
 
Then it is once again chicken scratchin's on paper
 
Or
perhaps further back
and only the orator's tongue to
wag the tale
 
 
 
Zoiks- my stuff stinks like crap this morning
Need to press the Esc key
The one that makes flush happen
 
Now to shower and go clean pools
 
 
 
Yes, yes- it's honest work but I do it anyhow