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Project tortoise 2
by Calibany (Feb 1999)

a demonstration

lecture lights recede. we read
"a preview of the smash" on a
screen. signing off, the grid
says shhh. swiveled in our
chairs to face the tripleglass,
we're poised above the lair of
the frankenstein they said was
yours and mine. from a chute
shoots the sub-sublime, he lands
down as a wild X. trapped, he
wrecks the decoy cage that trips
the flip, deploys the fleet of
buzzing, tooth infested trucks
--they catch him in a second,
lance his eyeballs to his
tonsils, tie his guts in little
knots, stack his spine-- these
creatures we're told are yours
and mine. then our soulless
masterpiece billows out of his
carapace and sucks the remains
through the snout in his brow.
they tell us it smells virtue,
but they won't tell us how

it stands by

 


Argon   Eterna   Kurai
our silences are not the same;
mine is by choice,
yours by shame
... [more]
  inside your cube of virtual hell
solid and unpenetrable, the walls your enemies
and just as surely as the doors have betrayed you
you've become a captive..
in your 3D prison
... [more]
  we prayed that night next to
oriental, siamese statues..
whiskers set in stone. i meant to ask you
what the symbols meant
... [more]


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