Millions of lipsticked pixels,
I float on my last pill.
Fists pillow-pummelling
In impotent rage,
A child whose toys
Have been removed, finally,
By the irritated keeper.
Selfish and dull,
I’m wound up
Like a welded pressure valve
Or broken watch
With missing hands.
Tuning forks enter in
Vibrating B minors.
Deleted blip in computer maze,
It's a long way to forever
And your passing countenance
Escapes the last slender cord,
A pulled shoestring
Hanging overboard
My locked crib
Like a black wick.
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