I know. My email has been going crazy after I published the interactive, experimental poem, "I Am a Poem, Bisensual."
First of all, you can’t say I didn’t warn you. I tried to tell you, all of you. The poem really is alive and it really is a separate entity. I have no control over it. It isn’t exactly the Twilight Zone, but let me explain like this: It is as if an alien came to earth from another planet, tranformed itself into a living, sentient poem that happens to be bisensual and bisexual, and is totally dedicated to seducing anyone who reads it.
Which brings me to the next critical issue: I know some people are already addicted. They can’t stop reading it, reading it over and over, silently at first, then out loud, over and over, compelled by some inner demons of lust that God only knows from what depths of sensuality spring. All I can say is, to the many friends and relatives who are writing for help. try to break them away, take them to a French restuarant, an Italian bistro, a family cafe in Sarrento, a nudist resort–anywhere you can to distract them.
Whatever you do, use caution. If you haven’t read the poem yourself, you might think twice–especially if you have sexual issues yourself.
I suspect there is more to come. And come, it will.
Dan, Citizen Poet
Citizen Poet 