Jeffrey Lucas Poet Free verse

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.

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Tiaua M Ioane March 15, 2014 at 5:24 AM Dear Jeffrey your depiction in this portrait is so vivid that it scares me. A poignant reminder of our present world, sad but awesome write. I think you must come to the tropics for a holiday. Alofas. Tiaua. Jeffrey Lucas March 15, 2014 at 4:30 PM Thank you. I always look forward to your responses. ...and that sounds like a great idea!