11 The Imaginator
Ear on mouseback.
thought quick burst through
lab all colour of white
sole pure technoid silver
screens in the basement equipped
a chamber of futures
he him built it in no time
feral forming face without a care
plans peeled ripped clean within
smooth touch soft silent mind.
Evenings of radical memory licking
lure tongue for slick books
curate, tickle his teeming cranium
him his brain chained failsafe
free air question predicates the mind
eyes now look for the new
unheard sections neglected patterns
of fragile cognition
bone mad for knowledge
no line to hold, micro border thin
If there are limits, he cannot perceive.
Laura Taylor
Tue 6th Mar 2012 13:50
Are you starting to think and talk in this kind of syntax now?! Worrying at the off licence!