Poetry

My ears are a polaroid
A snapshot of distraction
A screen porch on a warm night
The sound tastes bitter,
Like something that caught you by surprise
Elon is a horse

I hate the horses in Goshen

The living room is soft rust
Bella’s crying, but we can’t figure out why
She wants to sink through the ceiling

But trips on the Milky Way instead

The repetitive Buddha is there again

Talking to someone in a voice I can’t hear

I long to be a spotted zebra

Like the ones that don’t exist

I love the horses in Goshen
Riding the wind like Icarus

The wind falls and I fall with it

Why do sounds swim better than they run?
פה סגור בבקשה
They hate when I say that

But what can I do?

The polaroids are still there

As if they’re nailed into my brain

I long to be a spotted zebra

Or trapped in another book

Grey light, black ink.

The carpet under my feet

The smell of dead chickens

And no sound at all

I uncover a mine of eggshells

The ash on my shoes isn’t mine
To begin with, or ever.
The wispy remains of smoke aren’t mine
To breathe in, to taste.
The twisted metal isn’t of my roof or car
To plan to fix.
The hug your mother gave me, isn’t mine.
She would have hugged anything
Warm, soft
And issuing empty condolences
made music
with a muffled sob,
The dirge that isn’t mine,
But a son’s
As it should
Whose shoulders are kind
And give in to a pat,
And feel damp,
And frail,
But relaxed.
I want to know
But I can’t ask
Did you call him
Pop?
Maybe Dad. Or Sir.
Certainly you cried
If he hit you,
Yet when he died
Did you
Remember the days he held the handles
And you learned on two wheels?
Or when he let you drive
At fourteen around that one empty lot?
Or did you forget?
And let the sadness melt
Into relief.

Among the rubble,
The skeleton of his .44 Magnum
Lies impotent
And bent
But you grasp its once wooden grip
And twirl it for your friends.

Yeeesss – turn me on with a single touch,
Hooo, my gears are turning, my screen is lighting up.
(Please enter password)
Ugh, press my keys and fill me with your numbers and words. I want those small black balls in
my password bar.
Oh! Unlock me, use me for your needs and more!
I want you to jerk my mouse,
Up and down, side to side, diagonally both ways.
Move in a circle for me! UGH!!!
Click me! Click me faster,
LEFT CLICK, RIGHT CLICK! I WANT BOTH AT THE SAME TIME.
I want you to take your big thick fingers, and roll them across my scroller.
Mmhhhhhhh!

Shift click my keys as you write your reflection on Abraham Lincoln, using you heavy and
massive vocabulary. More more I want more! Pull your iTunes on and play me that slow jazz!
Tilting my face a little higher, Show me your beautiful brilliant eyes.

Push your USB into my hole and unload your data! Open my files as you download your illegal
music,
I like my users naughty
Turn on your private window, and search me for your pornographic films!
I want you to CAPS lock me down as you Download your viruses and penetrate
my firewall without any protective programs.

End the day with a romantic autoplay of Grace Helbig and Jenna Marbles. Frank isn’t the only
on getting filthy today. You are the only Tube I need!
YAHOO! Your undying questions of suspicion. It’s okay honey, the government may be
watching, so let’s give them a show to watch. What happens here is between you and me, your
body and my system.
Let’s get it on, with that sexy interface.

You google drive me up the wall with the heavy pushes of my arrows. Up, Down, Left, Right,
push them harder! harder! harder!

IM SPAMMING!

Save 15% or more on car insurances.
The snack that smiles back, goldfish.

*sigh of resolution*

Control alt delete, the memories of your laptop, cause I’m the only personal computer you need.