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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