Saturday, December 12, 2020

Poem: At the Keyboard

 

At the Keyboard

 

fingertips.  bishops and rooks

primed to slide.

diagonal.  orthogonal.

hostage to a rash hopscotch,

obsessed and servile

over sleek tiles glisteny,

troublesome as Darth Vader’s chest.

 

eyes track mumbo jumbo.

ears dog a ridicule of clicks.

hours of this.  hands now

twin crabs in a shuffle.

fingertips--now--

a faltering clog dance.

 

heart yanked

as if in a time machine.

from Z’s to ampersands,

drowsy then aroused.

commas are chores, but then semen.

hyphens are hymens

losing innocence.

 

how long can this length of repeated period marks last?

 

fingerprints erode, now, drip by drip.

they lose face on the geo-topo-creative-conversational map;

and so ponder whether to retreat,

satisfied enough with the mission,

into video games.



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