Look, I can ride my bike with no handlebars

I can do anything
but I cannot do nothing
cutting my cat into one
Lemon Yellow SimSun
It ain't Zen
But its all I have

I call your name into thin air
Hit me with a surprise right
jaw don't close right no mo
No mo blacklist book
No mo hot key
No mo red behind slate blue eyes

My ReCallApp is a ReStoreApp
Every time hit
Override love
Feeling emotions spill over 100 trillion suns

Boom! Ah I am the
Snow White Sun of the Suburbs
one of the steel Angels armed to the teeth
eating meat like zombies

Meeting at the Castro
ready for the Halloween sun to go down
rattling chains to the City of Brotherly Love
shooting photos of the simultaneous

Hero of my own faith no mo
don't turn away
look closer urban superman
you can, care, you know what I mean

Photo: Adam is on Flickr
Location: http://www.flickr.com/photos/paperpariah/2450092552/
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I CPU

Your body is in front of a CPU
Your eyes monitor reality
You think and process and send out
Waiting for the pings to strive
You live in a mass of databases
A holodeck of your own device
You prayed for this, remember

There was the book about fitting memory chips to the brain
To create human computers
That could link to the world's net domain
And we thought the android name
Was not too fit
Enough of it

We are the processors of living DNA
Wrapped around in a sylix
To the core of the material frame
The source of time and knowledge
The well of wisdom's flame
There in the many visions
We transform what none can name

Hey!
I saw you a long time ago.
And I wrote the code in the sky
To make your dream a reality
Don't ask me why
The questions of King Malinda
And the Nagarjuna Python Agora train
Bound in the halo of starlight
Off on the midnight train
The wheel will spin
And spin again
There by the gate gate pare gate parasamgate
Of the gates of the places we live

by Christopher Wilkinson