A Senseless Poem
         
         

            television crying,
            like
            mechanical breathing

            mind dead

            I hook up to the radio
            for a transfusion
            'It’s raining in the city at 6:54 pm
            'Top the Pop charts

            My modem stares at the wall
            `'winking at me to come online.
            I am easily seduced
            My temples escaping from the
            ends of my head
            I do a search for pain alternatives
            A round tank rings, and rings, and rings,
            the telephone cutting off my bits

            No defense
            unnatural service
            Blank hands
            no rain, never feel

            In box, movement, catastrophe, tuning, smiling, pornography, soothing
            dialogue, analog, digital breathing, self from other,
            Space as a river, space as a style
            Frantic, fingers,
            forms of figures
            Stun, the case for the old plastic