Don’t write to make you happy
Just to feel the darkness inside
Using micro technology
Finding my soul interior
Swallowing these pills
The machines go down
They capture the images
That make me frown
Me smile so wide they still decide
Which it is that will churn me so
Into my blood stream they swim
Like tiny warships of vision
Snapping photos of blood cells
Neurons flaring
They jump synapses of time
Into my mind
Steer beyond my eyes
Tell about my thighs
What’s inside this mind that makes me tick
Spill it all out on the table to sort this mess
Like a fourth step I take it slow
Pushing these old coins to the side
Patches from your swim team still I keep
Life guarding my past
I sleep till noon if I wish
I can, this life I built in time
The life I want to live
Not the one they show in magazines
These tiny warships making me feed
On beauty and love
Holding me back
I wear my gloves
Not to infect anyone else
Of this torment
My life is a tragedy
I sing it stage left
Taking a breast this double sided coin
Making love to women
I have joined across the globe
Spread so thing
Viscosity a brim like gasoline
On top of water
Spread out and light this fire
On water so delightful to see
Spreading and fanning
Yet too thin to stay a host
Machines under my skin breathing me in
My lungs fill with air
This carbon doesn’t care
Just pushes itself out
Retracting these feet to scratch
This muse is my match
For she is me and I am her
Peeing my tiny robots into the toilet
They fall underwater to cleanse
Packing them back up in
My pockets to swim again
Feeling the data come down
Through my fingers they write
Like candle-light cursive in the night
I describe this scribe life
Enthralled with learning
This thriving might
Dictionary
Pictionary
I’ve conditioned this condition
Subscribing to these issues
The pages come every day like junk mail
