Once were

[milo]

I awoke with different stripes
finger-painted on my hide,
the sort that only show when your eyes are closed.

Shouts and flashes built my box
and I am independent of the floor
I once commanded,

a transportable label that others know
by osmosis rather than effort, as they
absorb the quiddity you stapled to the bill.

Fragments of me leave
in iMemories. Collected and centrifuged,
they would yield nothing but sludge:

omitto tacitus

To be honest a lot of this didn't make a lot of sense to me, which never really bothers me at all but it does make it harder to comment in this instance.

First, my version of the interpretation as I see this is in vogue now. I read that it was about fame or such - yippee!!, I still don't get that. I saw "you" as an iPOD!!! yes, the life of an ipod, born in a chinese factory, shouts and flashes on the "floor" (the factory flooor), you come in a box, the "Apple" label we all know by osmosis the added value, etc.

ok, enough of that. I had a problem with the "big" words, not because they are big words, but because they felt clumsily handled, shoe-horned in with no new "poet's" touch or feeling which is a surprise from you. (This was osmosis, centrifuged and quiddity). I liked the idea of finger-painted stripes, but only seeing them with eyes closed(?) ruined the whole image for me, imaginary finger painted stripes!! My favorite part was "iMemories" - very current, I have a feeling the word built the poem and I have a feeling it will build another.

thanks for the read.

Cheers!

milo