digital date

worried & anonymous you’re
a member of a club
no one wants to be
long to

breathlessly hiding your
identity behind an
oscillating sine wave
lost in the
void.

expecting a luscious mango
dream; the fruit is manic &
afraid.

humanity falters. mind
screen goes blank. words &
ideals clatter to the
floor.

trapped in our naked
ness across the digital
abyss, our speechless
skeletons dissolve. the un
alterable dialtone is on its
way.

your analog voice be
trays you. you are young,
glamorous, empty of
content.

you’ve become a process
like a lonely strobelamp
stuttering in a fog; or a
deathstar too busy con
suming itself to share
light.

i wonder what you might
say to eachother if you
phoned up t.s. eliot or
wallace stevens or rilke, or
picasso?

old men with nothing,
perhaps, to
communicate.

the soul is departed.

the most egregious absence
on the internet is
the heart.