Firewall

A sadness in my eyes

floats like paper wings on

a grey calligraphic sky.

my words, like clouds, hang in mid air

I'm no longer allowed to speak to you

my lips are sealed

with the heavy weight of your anger.

your departure has left me

with a white screen

a solitary cursor suspended in flight

like a paper crane.

I stand frozen

in this digital landscape

surrounded by pixels so sharp

they cut into my soul.

Your firewall is impenetrable

leaving me

stuck in an endless download

of memories and feelings.

my body seemingly lifeless, yet

my mind whirls like

an overtaxed hard drive.

let me go,

reboot,

unfriend me.

Firewall,

my daughter,

Farewell.

Mathematical Seduction

In the shower,

I hear the ocean roar

through Nautilus earpods.

My eyes closed, I feel you next to me.

Your skin soft

You smell of the cyber ocean

Whose waves I surf.

I want to google you.

I want to see you naked in the chat room

at the end of the hall.

Your memory, like

a mathematical equation,

expands exponentially.

Each data byte equals the sum

of the two bytes before, and

I am still smitten.

Sometimes I imagine you are

the Anonymous user,

the secret password to my

inner happiness.

I remember your footsteps in the corridor

I hear you laugh

I taste your depth

I want you

To facebook me,

right now.

Suddenly, my surfing ends,

my hard drive crashes

the hot water

is finished, and

I snap back to

reality.

Stepping out of the shower,

water falling like

pixels onto the

pale tile floor,

I can still smell you

on my fingertips.

FACEBOOK NIGHTMARE

Ribbon-wrapped cyber-jester thatI've been downloading all nightin a designer'snavigation bar.Facebook You!all black and whiteand Me, a photoshopped versionof everything you despise.You never wanted meI was just your instant download versionof some low-res fool.Freeware, you said. Seemed like aTypical Download to meNot exactly the full installationI wanted.Blog this:I'm an artistI ignored your hideousGeorgoa O'Keeffe skull face.But just because I saw the Mona Lisabehind your maskdon't think you have my password yet.I'm all encrypted and shit, in an abstract expressionistsort of fucked-up way.You smell just likeSushi left out in the sunfor a month.In my nightmare.When I get home fromthis navigation barI'm gonna reformat your assYou were just my Sushi visionmy midnight addictionmy cyber-crack whoreWhen I get homeGonna plug and playGonna detox and rebootGonna Photoshop YOU real good.Now blog That.

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