Miles of Human Files [Today's News Poem, February 10, 2012]
A loneliness file: apartment, an isle—
Classified, epic, layered with red brick.
If the marquee calls in the hall of halls
As wind does battle with door-frame rattles,
Watch the water non-water monitor
And touch the unknown; the fleeting, the flown.
Burn your mascara, corneas, era.
You have indexed lusts and electron busts
And changed the texture of surface: sex-pure,
Gloss and odious—flaws and hideous.
“Imagine looking for a house in San Francisco or one of the nicer parts of Silicon Valley, which are already among the most expensive parts of the country. Now imagine having to bid against a legion of newly minted Facebook millionaires.”
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