Portrait

Bastard city; blinking, beeping lights; streets in red-glare fog, morning ’til dawn, like billowing smoke in glass; mobile telephone pigs in cheap stiletto heels, raging in stolen electric wheelchairs. Elderly bark with canes at zooming boxes, coming together and pulling apart. Strong, shrunken head, lunatic population. Bridges in a winding carousel smile. Brain-phone, tablet-pad wedding; myriad screen honeymoon; avatar conception. Breathe white noise; befriend talking heads; suck on digital prophets; heavenly serene keystroke copulations across oceans of madness and continents of insanity.