|reality plays a leaking balloon
the bite of electrons, in their
errant way of speaking
wash behind my ears
whispered by digital lips
their electronic Helen.
dots track with my vision when I look too fast into
the future, the eddies and strings which cut my hands into skyscrapers and flowers
beautiful women under ice.
my world slips out under my fingernails,
taints my vision with frosted edges and crystal chimes.
i can feel my heart all too well.