Cookies and Crumb Pie

 Rap, Jazz and Jethro Tull broadcast
as spectrum philosophies radiate
within the bustling lilt of a silicon bar
Here Wiccan wisdom, Klan rantings
and the words of Lao Tsu
There Russian sonnets, winged victory
and the marvel of Lockheeds F-22

Five inch polished worlds in my pocket
five inch silver toys scatter the sandbox outside
Photons commute freeways of telephone lines
and galaxies flash as a distant light ignites
my computer screen’s electric sky

Here I sit
like a child with cookies and crumb pie
--Saturday morning snack
for the Pentium wanderings
of new century eyes