(get innocuous)

one stomp,
two --- I offer the rolled paper
drag
puff
drag
puff
drag......

bounce, bounce
bounce, bounce
b o u n c e
b o u n c e

moments in social networks

some sort of freedom,
some sort of faith.

what have I displayed (Stupid Editorial Self)
and what have all of you? (Are we in Church? Is this time for repenting?)

sparse and naked on a palette,
like the etherised patient,
we sit ready to be dissected,
operation,
all visitors,
all spectators,
all of these attendees ready to go in,
scalpel and angered,
they come armed.

its like a sex and drug market, everyone is here to bear (bare) what they must,
some are here to watch over the exposed, naive ones,
some out to pretty on them,
some out to reconnect with lofty idealism they just discovered
and finally others to just find similar others of one sort or another...

incompatible, public and private needs
distilling in an air tight container.

but one spark.