Monthly Archives: August 2017
Your future iMate, designed to love, as if fate– Apple’s take on Eve. Advertisements
Scorn keeping vigil, the spread of dissolution– deserts never lie.
Total immersion, world of play, unencumbered– Pan’s blank slate, full.
Full of bright, proud rage, he gave us L.A., unstarred– palms gathering dust.
The slow dignity of an iceberg’s quiet melt– words preserved in floe.
Under the table, mouse lifting crumbs to God’s lips– a banquet for two.
In the shadow of worn celestial totems– mortal weight to bear.
Factory recall, Warhol’s “It-Girl” gone unclaimed– Fame’s cursory tag.
New York at sundown, the eyes giving it away– I’m going home soon.
He, master of waves, sang in his chains like the sea– awful row with God.