By Gavin Elias
Ghost lights from the laptop screen
Push the dark back a few inches,
Just enough to see the cell phone mute
On the mahogany table. Fingers twitch,
Waiting for the quiver: an orgasmic
Buzz of vibrating, oscillating metal, a
Minutes tick by in silence; amorphous digital forms
Shift on the inkblot clock, eroding the night
And my optimism. Thoughts whirl,
Mounting hurricanes of doubt that ravage
The embittered landscape of my
Mind that waits, yearns – needs
Your voice, your darkened scribbles.
The cold touch of backlit glass.
Shadows linger beyond the pale hum of
The mechanical glowworm. Hiding
Nothing. A murmur splits the roaring calm.
My mind races: you – beautiful spasm,
Scooping and raking my gut li-
Hands distend, knuckles cracking.