I wanted to write a piece about
How free movement of capital
Allows the
evasion of national regulations
And political
control
Piling up mile high guarded mountains
of gold
But all I can think of is you.
I wanted to write a piece about
How the value of networks being a
function of their size
Combines with the weightless economy
And digital goods to facilitate global
monopolies
That bleed the world dry,
Feeding small pools of leeches
In Seattle offices
But all I can think of is the time
You wore gothic eye makeup with silver
studs.
I wanted to write about
How all encompassing property rights
Within a system of profit incentives
encourages
Rent extraction of our common heritage
Co-opting distributed pillage
Like a virus defiling the planet
But my mind is filled with the image
Of you in a white bonnet with flowers and
beau lace
And all I can think of is you.
I wanted to write
A polemic about how the efficacy and
endemic limits
Of bureaucratic administration creates a
situation
Where government is buckling under its own
weight.
How the width at the base determines
A pyramid's safe height
But my mind
Keeps going back to that
fight we had on the stairs.
I wanted to write about
How
surpassed nationalism is floundering
Due the decimation of capital cost of
broadcast.
The geography of communication fields
bequeathed
By Mongolian, North Atlantic and
Islamic imperialism
In comparison to our border being a
hundred miles
But all I can think of is
You brushing your hair
From your smile, compassionate, confused.
I wanted to write about intellectual
property
As a simple conceptual heresy against
The inherent advantages of humanity,
GNU
The defence of Academy to protect
The intellectual future of our race as
the task
Of the present generation to gift.
About the necessity of using our
freedom
To develop new institutions, forms of
cooperation
Demonstrative architectures of
distribution
And possible uses of blockchain for
value inclusion.
I wanted to write about a new Rochdale
But I fail
Cos my mind is locked on the picture
Of coloured string in your pigtails
And all I can think of is you.
I wanted to write about
Transnational communication, the
evolution
And creation of new communal identities
The necessary inabilities of global
hierarchy
Against mathematically proven efficiency
And resilience of networks meaning
Their dominance is given
And consequent logical implications for
feminism.
But all I can think of is your spinning
hem
And feet,
A second of silence after when our eyes
meet
And your whites, wide, just for moment
Tell me.
All I can think of is you.
