Creep (1 am Facebook)

I tell myself I’m done
playing detective,
querical revery till I’m wasted
and defective;

the pixellated glare
of magnifying eyes
reveal nothing
but my overwrought desire
to understand
the effusive supernova
in your technicolor head-
reticent until the end

while I seethe and sigh
and sift through thousands
of dead-end lines
with no
digitized terminus
in weary-eyed sight.

I’m in a matrix
of retrospective dreams
and retroactive words.


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