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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He stared at the pictures, faces of the love searchers, twenty first century wanted posters, scanning their rewards, nothing pecuniary , preliminary, maybe, move on. “Shall I advertise myself,” he thought, no one appears sold or bought, given to the mass, on a screen of glass, the physical hidden, abrogate madness in description, we are all still strangers, with keyboards, watching screens. Laptop lap dance dreaming, muscles screaming, from the primal theatre, soul said rise, clearing eyes, bleary plasma vision clearing, fresh air endearing, left behind the digital desert, went out to speak, parched vocal chords starved, thirsting for voice. No dust on the keyboard, he moved away in dead skin’s storm, hunched and wild, hair hung lank and ragged, bedraggled wardrobe on blood and bone’s frame, almost lame he walks, to the shower stalks, water staving off the slaughter, the hot water, a dream of cascading falls, at his feet the last days drowned, washed to the sewer, where screen days live, blending easily; with battered shopping trolleys & shit. He dressed slowly, went to his front door, where the mirror smiled, I remember you, you once passed by often, don’t be a stranger, I’d rather see you leaving, twisted contradictions of a mirror’s perspective, not because you’re ugly, because you’re beautiful, and you shouldn’t be here with only me, he laughed and said goodbye, fresh air and light, a missing intoxication, he drank deeply; walking to bid the strangers hello... ©David Nickle Read2015 All Rights Reserved By The Author
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