#herdigitalearth

She’s quick to network it in—
Network the trees in,
And the moon.

Cyber space outer space,

Robotic Robin’s eggs,
DSL daisy heads pixelating
And getting muddy.

Geometric earth rim,

Verizon’s horizon
Can no longer be hers.

Mountains

Are just megabytes
That tickled her all
Giggling gigabytes.

Movement made still-life,

Giving the flower fields
A plastic paint cover.

Web-browsing waterfalls

Washing white
Stop moving.

There’s no real water

To wade in.

Only the unimaginative muck

Of her black mud font—
Times New Roman sucking out
All the mystics.

She’s modest.

A little less.
Not much at all.
She’s not.

She only pulls the straps

Of her pixelating
Google goggles
Tighter.

Hashtag her digital earth.