Inhabitants of the planet Earth
linger in the trance-like state induced by moving screens
transfixed by the beauty of the unnatural
The carousel ride on kaleidoscopic wooden horses
imaginary gears simulate galloping
Occupants of the unlimited garden space with an ability
to choose a picture-perfect lawn shape
infinite landscaping ideas
Green cards and permanent residence status guaranteed
No fear of overpopulation
Millions are held hostage by technological arsenals
voluntarily shackled to ensure ongoing enslavement
Servants bound to service from here to eternity
Escape attempts from sugar and cotton plantations unknown
Attention fixated
Awareness of pain altered
Perception reshaped and distorted
Reality suspended
Conscious mind non-existent. Non-presence is
everything and everything else
Emotions are autonomic reflexes
Heart rate controlled. Memories restrained.
Accumulated experience where habits and responses to the world
dwell kept within bounds
A perennial state of hypnotic relaxation
and unconditional love, deeply planted and regularly
watered. Transcendent. Lost in you, my digital realm. Forever and ever.
Don’t want to be found.
Writing a story together. Contemporary role plays and
use of advanced dildos for
fans of BDSM and a wide spectrum
of kinky sex their toys offer.
Oh Wendy!
You shine with every word you utter.
You make me swoon when you smile at me like that.
Trapped in a labyrinth of passion.
Craving touch, they
spread apps open
fingers move in a circular motion, beyorny
a moan escapes them
put your finger in the middle of the screen
I feel you move to meet my fingers
slow curling hands
slide up and down, in and out, back in
deep and hard. Fast. Faster.
No release needed. Enjoying a permanent erection.
A heavy crosspiece is fastened over their necks
attached to the plough they are pulling
the yoke it is
they are reluctant to loosen
The world is sold into high-tech slavery.
No movement for its abolition on the horizon.
* You can read more of Bojana’s work at Blogging with Bojana
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Oh wow. The illusion of freedom that is written in the constitution on a silicon wafer. How is it you continue to write these pieces that bounce the reader back and forth at the whim of your wit and amazing skill?
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I’ve been asked that already today. I said I’m an avid reader, the quality of what I read being the most important criteria. However, it’s not easy to satisfy my appetite and I constantly crave for more. I am thirsty for knowledge, a keen observer and a severe critic…and a joker too. I like twisting things and turning reality upside down and our vices and flaws inside out. It’s fun.
Does this answer your question?
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Yes it does. From following you this past year I think I had an idea as to the voraciousness of your literary appetite. Thank you for confirming it.
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I have a wolf-like appetite. I’m sure you know what it feels like.
Thank YOU.
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Ha!!!! Yes I do. Careful, as it can be a doozy to control.
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Like pictures
in an exhibition,
true life reduced
to a flash of fiction.
Thanks Bojana
for the poetic
prophetic warning.
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Slavery and freedom can’t exist together. We can still be free if we learn how to make the best of technology. We haven’t been much successful so far.
Welcome, D.
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The amazing thing about this is how it balances the terrestrial with the astral, so reminiscent of Craig Raine and Sharon Olds. It’s almost as though this is an objective view of humanity as seen with an alien eye–the sort of perspective we’re going to have to take if there’s to be any hope for us.
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Given I bought a smart phone a couple of months ago, I’ve been feeling pretty much like it. Thanks for this amazing commentary, Chris.
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