Friday, May 29, 2015

Catnip for Twinkletoes

Unverified factoids float through the air,
electric breadcrumbs illuminating a chimera of titillation and desire.
Voracious need and insatiable curiosity 
feed on
doppelgängers of smoke and mirrors, built
a pixel here,
a pixel there and 
breach the threshold of consciousness
while infiltrating the world mind.

see me
hear me 
watch me
touch me
know me 

don't look too hard behind that curtain;
don't dig for the gristle, blood and bone.
Just come now:
gather around, chickadees --
I will tell you the BEST stories 
and all you have to do 

is sleep.