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.
Copyright © Jeffrey Lucas | Year Posted 2014
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