31 December 2006

Cyborgpunk

Oil-slick spectrum gleams on my
shimmering scalp
reflections ricochet from
the
spinosaurus ridge
of silver filigreed silicon wafer
that
stabilizes my senses

I pause long enough for a trillion flops
my eyes glowing
ultraviolet in the traumatic undercity dark
my tongue smelling
the fear of patrolmen whose silver link to home
is silent
my fingertips hearing the only bytes whispered by
my hijacked satellite

Think of you my love, taken
careless?
Or foolhardy in your ambitions again?
No poetry
in the minds or brains of the thugs holding you
who only care
that a criminal on their wanted list will now
never walk free again

Then I pounce
like
a patient but hungry
snake
breaking necks with my
brain
infiltration entirely
silent
nothing to keep me out of the
archive
unseen untraceable unremembered
gone

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