my crippled computer has the effect
of pixelling in grids
all colors and text
that shows against a background
of color.
it's like a photoshop on every photo.

flash
language
blinks
& shorts
the
stream,

an assembly line of glitches.
i cannot
read your song.

the face is irrepresible.
it falls out of the dark,
a kaliadescope of meaning.
fractured but beautiful.
the female
body alive
in yin process.
flowing and seductive.

embrace
the iris behind
the curtain.

0000000000000000


you don't have
to settle for me
you never have. only
if you think you're good
enough for me.






*




you must love yourself.
be not deluded, you don't.





*




you open a slat of the horizontal
blind, tiptoe and peer. let it drop.
the colors of sunset in the west
are not like this, you begin. i open
the blind to watch pale neons
move under a gray bonnet of clouds.
its been raining or it will rain.
thunderheads make a canyon
to the west. the blues and pinks
and purples are much more intense
and not as defined, you continue.
they blend together into one
unnameable color that exits in pointilism
somewhere above the crags and plateaus
across the divide. everywhere, they exist
all places at once and they're swirling
being purple and lavendar, pink, peach yellow green
blue. you stop.
each one dominating for a moment, you
pick it out but it's gone, it never was it
always was and that's when you feel
the secret being whispered to you
it invades you for a moment
soft as a lover's dream
then it's gone
and in the sky above
is the form of a lone bird made of clouds.