The Digital Age
by 
Lisa
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Posted: Wednesday, July 23, 2003 Word Count: 123 Summary: This piece is in its second major draft stage. I want it to have a certain sterility to it as well as a gentler voice at times. Curious as to what you guys think of it. Thanks. |
The crazy-paved lines
of her analogue face
scramble
and reconfigure to form,
what is unmistakably a smile
at Alfie;
a Sheltie,
whose distended,
bloated belly
drags art nouveau scrolls
through the dust
on the path.
She flashes a grin of glistening pink
and pearl acrylic resin
as Alfie tries to climb polyethylene
surrogate
hip:
one of a matching pair.
Disease chews at his quivering
carcass.
He stumbles.
It matters not to Alfie that his warping frame
frustrates his alpha male
dignity.
He resigns himself to his curlicues;
a canine dedication to
Gustav Klimt.
She reaches down
with a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory
caress.
Connect:
a complex matrix,
a tangle of browns.
Woman and beast:
a six legged entity
captured for an instant in
synthesised immortality.
of her analogue face
scramble
and reconfigure to form,
what is unmistakably a smile
at Alfie;
a Sheltie,
whose distended,
bloated belly
drags art nouveau scrolls
through the dust
on the path.
She flashes a grin of glistening pink
and pearl acrylic resin
as Alfie tries to climb polyethylene
surrogate
hip:
one of a matching pair.
Disease chews at his quivering
carcass.
He stumbles.
It matters not to Alfie that his warping frame
frustrates his alpha male
dignity.
He resigns himself to his curlicues;
a canine dedication to
Gustav Klimt.
She reaches down
with a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory
caress.
Connect:
a complex matrix,
a tangle of browns.
Woman and beast:
a six legged entity
captured for an instant in
synthesised immortality.