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.