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I.
I can see you
encaged
enraged
asylumed
like my mind.
a glare,
momentary
(across) plastic paneling
in your eye?
you'll take me away
home, (perhaps).
birds fly with news of stranded girls
in silicon villages,
the ancient murals
trampled by ignorance.
II.
the silicon necronomicon
tongues a sexy syllable
of fiscal towers
built upon spines
circuits
conducing binary blood
in bursts
of yacht love
the not love
your email doves
hover, disincorporated.
the subtext:
she needs saving from cubicle embrace.
bring music, waiter, on mandala scrolls...
III.
Cries and
spurts of
sunken dreams
or dialects forgotten
Your words,
ALIVE.
what a word
to use
to start all over again
away from dismal chips
that claim to love my soul.
UNENDING
or forever?
but it's not
and it stops
and it drops from view
and how you knew
how I was blind
IV.
the cybernetic crustacean
that stole your sight
is in my pocket.
I snatched him from his dreams
of spidering phone lines
and patching in recordings
of hate crimes we
didn't
squeak.
the chips don't love,
they simply process
the confused illusion
of progress:
dethroned--
we write programs
on scraps of bone
the backs of leaves
BELIEVE
the lie -- when we told
them we'd buy out
instead we left it all behind
V.
Fossil tongues
disillusioned antics
forbearing the reality
that screams in heightened
regularity
NOW.
Traces
of tangy marrow
drowned in a symmetry
that encodes the rhyme,
a time where you
Trace
my mind
in smooth curves with jagged
lines.
VI.
lines of fractured
poems
run lips of rock
ridges, your hips
arch bringing valleys
beyond silicon
and plasticine porters
hustling mail orders --
our secret messages
swing from bent pigeons
our sweet visages
Know every vintage
sacred wine whispering
through thighs of
mountain time
burning the old sediments.
the flame has one request:
remember the moment,
Forget all the rest
VII.
For it is gone. | 
