I bow to that lightning; the Lords’ lasso; stark-white snake that slips into

my black-out corners. singe me stuck, Midnight Electric! 

I charred on my bedside, phone in hand, splayed into a stillness 

like a Greek sculpture. I scroll like I was programmed for it, 

scanning the digital gospel, gasping at weightless gossip. 

I stick my hand down my throat like an alley magician and hack out cyber symptoms; 

slobber-slick cords; silver-cut coughs; backwards alphabets; clickbait headlines; 

You’ll Never Believe Who This US Celebrity Subtweeted!

God bends to my doghouse like a browbeating mother asking 

What have you seen? Really, what exactly have you seen? 

    and when the earth feels like a faulty add-on to 

a sixth graders solar system prototype,

I imagine the wind unlatching the leash

pulling me by the ear, out the den, along strange city roads. 

I’d see a land force of high-risers; spine-tight corporate steel

I’d see wilt-mouthed kids streaking the Bus Hub with their dried up neon

I’d see half-marred posters on plastered walls that read

GODS AFTER DARK    

HELL IS REAL, BUT BIRDS ARE NOT WAKE UP, PEOPLE!

YOU ARE HERE.

yes I am here I am here I am 

lost. I see my youth as a talk show host type; loud legacies, spit hitting the stage like glass while I’m sitting in an Ottoman chair, leather as white as a nepo-baby’s teeth, 

wondering how the hell I got there. 

Everyday I see a new face in the mirror and you’re asking me who I am?

Status updates:

I drew state lines on my home block with Kmart chalk, 

          steering forth with my half-licence like an anxious war horse.

   I made floor plans for a reworked Atlantis and did the construction job in my bathtub.

I collect large bookmarks so that you know I have finished most of that 

      George Orwell novel.  

I suit-up in a rebels carcass. I pretend I’ve met God. 

 Last night I dreamt of a U.F.O taking me from my bedroom like a calf in the pen. 

            Oh you wouldn’t believe what I saw.