The world as colors and shapes, moving forms
a distance, silent mouths forming wordlessness
a seat at the window safely piggy backs society
the vitrine protection dividing in from out unreal
keeping clicks where they belong, in finger flight
and pad ticks, far away from the tongue stealers
those who would en-web you in their sale spells.
Where I finger thrum on wood thin counter tops,
jittering quick shot the espresso electrical shorts
and spy on the unconscious pacing and dodging
the bots with electronic ears in elephantine slog
they drift and separate, crawl inside their spaces
cocooned til the spring of their dawning moment
the one where memory reaches the track’s end.
Those mouth dropping shock seconds of where-?
When did the wall of puzzle pieces appear and
how long ago did the trash can cut music notes
while the airbus busied itself as a kids’ toy store?
The pajama’d trees passed me by while I sped
past birch beads encircling a neck slip into brew
dipped in twenty true coffee grains indissoluble.
No matter for the mindless masses none notice
but for their double exposure, shadows on glass
juxtaposed on a manicured verdure hip and free.
Brown on black, olive on pale, face to facing skin
empty gestures mock and mime the cruel illusion,
one that paints them imperfectly distinctive matter.
This art breathes no reason splayed and kneeling.
In the gaze of the other 