wireless wizard

Clicks

ruby red cursors

3x.

Beginning, middle, end.

The left

–2x.
 
 

And right for once…

Believing

the force

was

inside

her all along

she runs shell games

forgetting Kansas…

second-site

revealing there never was

a place like home…

In house

~with widow’s walk~

In attic

–damp and dusty–

dead but alive

–seeking but lost–

I lifted ancient blinds,

and found a barred window…

painted shut and caked

with years-thick dust,

and though allergic

to work

(and dust)

I sawed at the bars

with emery boards

—day into night

and perpetual next—

until time ended

relatively,

and I broke through

I knew not where–

–cutting iron

unexpectedly

effectively.

Scraping layers

of grime from glass,

I rendered the

pain

crystal clear

chiseling at coated sill

—end to end—

to jimmy-wide the window,

to revel in possibility,

to flex my limits,

and sticking my neck out,

I felt only the

rain

until

I pulled back inside.

(behind polarized glass)

foiled the wrong way,

dividing the whole

into unlikely quadrants

–reflecting only

partitions of others–

in chaotic mosaic,

and I realized I was

all wet.

She was a hip chick,

and knew when to get her groove on,

knew when (patchouli) smoke was

–in-a-cense–

just smoke,

and knew when to keep

the lava lamp burning.