the name is wind

The Name is wind


I am the babe in your cyber- punk fantasy

Tattooed and deadly, bio-enhanced, chemical-entranced

For your demented pleasure.

You know the subroutine

I am brilliant as you knew I would be

Reality is of my own design.

I will not let your hands get dirty

Try all your tricks on me

I can be your slave and master

I have worked this place before

Awkward, shy, strange, little boys

First it is all about the sex

Then you let me start to peel away the exterior levels

To the meat, finding all the juices

What really turns you on?

Sometimes they survive, but not all

I am like a virtual-reality vampire

Sucking their inner most disturb, derange, thoughts dry

Playing with like a dime store toy

Pointing out their imperfections

Somewhere, faraway, I am jacked-in

My brain surfing, looking for victims

I can play any game

So log on to my web, so we can have some fun—Carrie Ann kawa 9/1998

cak 1/1994