Monday, March 2, 2009

Twenty Ninety Nine


My digital is my eye

my computer is my head

hair is no longer in style

all square heads named Fred.


I snapped an eye with my camera

not knowing there was no connection

between head and computer

and square heads with no errection.


When my lens fell to the floor
I cried with no tears
completely blind with no digital
longing for yesterday and all the years.


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