Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Uncles

Calling our names backward and
leaving nothing to the imagination
digital eyes pry past our insides
stealing your breath in the process.
Why did you ask why I ask
so many questions
if you were just going to dance
on my answers like feedback?
Spitting tongues at those red eyes.
We'll blink like we have a purpose tonight,
no dreams for analog deceptions.

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