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Cookie-cutter sheets and assembly
line pieces
Cut to precision by our mothers
and friends;
Cut with intention by ourselves in
the mirror.
I let you in cause I can’t keep
you out,
My two screens with their image
burn from the
Barcode eyelids cut just right.
Disquiet all the wet stuff
My brain goes dry and I cough up
my purple tongue
With some wet rolled out receipts
and
A calculator with the paper roll.
Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde,
There’s no such thing, just
different eyes.
My savor, my awe, my soliloquy;
You speak through me and I listen
attentively.
Your soundtrack speaks:
“Click my stubby bars in recession,
My voice rises,
I’m digital apparition”.
“I clout out the sky and project
My graffiti on the stars.”
“I burst through your veins and
Help pull the trigger.”
“I seep into your shingled skin
And pour out on to your basement
floor boards.”
“Haunted with my desire,
Your tongues speak in ones and
zeros,
Your souls are scanned but left
cubist and unclear.”
“I pre-date the digital world but
dance in its
Graphed and systematic
scaffolding.”
“I look in the mirror with blue
eyes like cell phone lights
And red and white stripes,
And I see you!”
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