Hard disc archived the
snippet of the grins
Enclosed full apps of
the entirety
The files and folders
of the pristine love.
Where were the eyes to
surf It cannot see
Switched the box and
rebooted then glowed once
Nailed fast—dried up screen—clouds forever
stoic
As ever
maimed—dead-throat-ed and stiff-brained
Screen—boozing,
boozing! Possible, more, more
‘Till spirits this
guise deletes virus files;
Hidden gigabytes
whatever’s left of
The joyful beaking of
the canaries—
The Burning hugs of
their feathery wings,
And the fast shaking of amorous beaks
Sent complete ecstasy of quivering
How it came to be,
what? How about it?
Held the bond together
strong hand in hand
Of honest pristine
belief, love still
Boomed in realism or
tales, promise, o, both.
“Where’s the shield for
virus and cluttered file?
Byte to byte it will
not run, File to file
Instead folder to
folder it freeze,
Except the
twinned-ringed fingers—ball-chained.”
Sat in this mesa,
numberless times
And weaved ageless
forms of undulations
Of fertile ocean: the
height, width, depth, length
The booms in ears how
it sounded when fondled
By careless winds found
itself embracing
The
white-haired-pebbled-stricken shore until
Wildly in-loved at that time with the sands;
Where happy strawberry
tops, angel’s wings
And baby ears mingled with the silent tide
Being amused with the
osculation
By travel-wearied
swells trudged along the
Rubber-stretched shore As if by instinct or
What, they found soft
haven to amuse.
The darling WWW—or—sweeties HD are lairs
Incantatory hoax,
without shame,
In one spirit, make
this moment a nest
Of Everlasting beacon of joy—through
Amorous eyes glued
shredded breasts once more
The truth of “missing”
enjoyed the drowned heart—
Stellar bodies, the
bee, melons and cubs
Were not fictions, but by true love—that was...
Take clipped one corner by the fingers tight
Here, let’s rip here complete—these legalese!
Ere it, tear love and life, of yours and mine.
