industrial caveman

post apocalypticly thunderclouding
technology back to

why would you begin to read outloud
as soon as i hit the keys?
why  would you
you are not good for my writing
intwining nueromancer's memes into
the perspecitve of foot looking
at a space station. why do you



i was going to a world that has nothing
to do with bright shiny space stations, matrixes
of artificial inteligence. how would we survive
in a world devoid of electricity what would the new
cave man look like? clubs and arrows from dick's
sporting goods used in wars over dwindling stocks
of cans and seeds , batteries and generators
long gone. the heads of professors who could have
reinvented the tech wheel hung on pikes along a viaduct
that flowed with their blood and the blood of millions
of other unneccesary lives. commerce was king
for a while but now we live by the sword, tomorrow
by the hatchet, a hundred years from now--glass flint
and plastic arrowheads, shopping bag kindling.


pocket communities remain in the mostly
deserted cities.  they get together sporadically
bend the rules
dance a bit. sometime's there's fights
and often there's poetry.  a troupe
of musicians wander between the streets,, beating on strings
and drums, hauling water in two liter bottles wrapped
in macrame hemp rope made by lila the water wheel miller.
but that's not exactly what i mean. i mean those things
come later, on the rebuild to technology. but before that
disease, devastation, and the plague of warfare
the fight for the daily bread. because we've forgotten how
to grow it and besides the ben e
the ;;;;;;gineeredcrops won't affect
shieze. falling asleep. thirsty and such.
it was a good concept but began to sound too  much like
dalhgren. i guess that would be the book to read
about , after the fall, however that will be.
and who knows, maybe it won't
and those nueromancer futures are weaving themselves
even now,   one world order at a time.