Saturday 5 May 2012

We, The Gaze..


She only looks out the window when it rains..
The clouds lowering
so thick they smoke
 like dovetailing dragons..

Shuffling dress-down-Friday penguins 
connected commuter sects,

..all heads bow down to hand-helds in prayer..
Timelines of flatlining The Still-Life Conga.
We, The Gaze, grazing,
Grazing and surfing our extraterrestrial bovinity.
Serated dopamine;
Separation anxiety twinned.

I'm a risk averse airbag with a manbag.
The man who mistook his hand-held for his life.

When I'm in I step outside to ring my doorbell I feel reassured yes I'm still a special person I opened the door,

There,