2Welcome to the world
where the gridlocked fantasize
of technicoloured butterflies
ancient painted almond-eyes
shared and spared and broken down
in Mississippi wash-out towns
begging for the shadow sounds
that eat and eat and never die
beneath a Liquid Crystal sky
point-and-click, breath-and-sigh
and pretend to weild a mighty sword
a loaded gun, keys to the door
that keeps you here
[you swear you're free
can't look at me
die piece by piece]
The HTML renaissance
a learned response
to men ensconced
in coding frames
and bloody games
and layer upon layer of "I'm-not-the-same!"s.