Walk A, B, forward stroke, slash, dot, dot,

down to the beach, backslash, full stop.

Buzzed a bit by static, need shades for my tired

blurred eyes, from my day at the office.

 

Felt a bit awash with some new installations,

and needed my waterproof shorts for my new location -

after all it's my leisure time. 'Where do you want to go today?'

I longed to feel that frozen silica under my Microsoft footwear,

and to hear that ocean, smell it's air, and read the tastes

of the bimbos replaced, by nerds in wire string bikinis.

 

I pass by skaters on their cd drives, on fast super mail highways,

who seem always to cut through time.

They don their sportswear clothing like glittering icons

and business a-dress - the dry water sharks and wave trippers.

They’re using the best of their stranded skills on those shaded walkways,

and mark their territories in the market place of dot coms.

 

I like the boutiques on these sunny days, all the side and slide stalls selling spam curios,

virtual reality fortune tellers and windows selling porn and other paraphernalia.

I see body builders flexing neurones and working their circuits,

while next-door a tattooist’s'' drill scribes away, embalming electric art,

whilst other skin merchants are body piercing the cyber punks.

 

Then I hear music. D.BOP. Megabyte beach boy party.

'If everybody had an ocean -' This gives me good vibrations.

Wow! babes at five o'clock. Exotic swimwear and a beauty contest.

I'd forgotten how much fun the beach could be.

 

I'm hypnotised by skin playing volleyball, passing info over the net.

and move to the pier head. Arcade software. Slot machines.

I ponder on the thought as I view the old relic: just what did the butler see?

Today it's the latest film previews complete with video clips.

How far we've come since those golden days.

There's no limit for a chip, yet still

There are those getting sand kicked in their eyes by the bully hackers,

Who dirty towels and act out conspiracies.

 

The lifeguards remain neutral electron. Webcam eyes stare out to sea.

Thank God for those whiz kid wizards. They've saved many a crashing program,

many a surfer who hit a riptide and got dragged into the foam:

1000 pages of nothing and nearly drowned in waves of misinformation.

They never studied Zen and the art of control, while others - the experts,

Frolic through vast waves with ease, like a second nature.

Tube the coils and fibre optics, then its: BIG KAHOONER and POW hit the big time.

Laser wet luminous Velcro, skin tight, black with pink go faster stripes.

 

Time flies when you're having fun. On TV, ‘Wish you were here' has just come on.

So it's File close, Window close. 'This will end your session.' OK.

And my screen goes blank. All must fade for now today.