Cellular Minds Raised From Their Beds

A push-button blood alarm scans the receptivity of softly ticking ears. It is the ever-wakening never snoozing internet jungle calling. Fasting birds as large as velociraptors insist on being called parrots, a raucous conversation hardly heard as it filters through 3-D printed flugelhorns. A cell awakes vibrates within an ear socket demanding its early morning diaper change. Little silver bells are clanging, A sub-audial cacophony of eager voices discharging their erotically-charged salvos Devices cry to be fed. Now subliminal texts tattoo a finger pulsing moment. Thumbs are itching to be mugged, in-plugged, abused in a bath of warmed-over news. The scaly parrots are now too loud to hear, we are near our minds nailed to a printing block and tapping impatiently as reality is swiped this way and that. The racetrack is galloping, white rabbits are being yanked out of top hats so rapidly we can only blink our replies in a hand-held, wide-eyed chameleon sky.