The Man On The Internet

The burning trees outside your door turn shocking flat in two dimensions

Your friend who is a saint is crazy and yelling at cars on the street

While the afterbirth of the computer world singes your lips

A wiry haze of hot phantoms lingers on the telephone wires

Making messages for governments and citizens

With numbers and bibles and physics

The psychedelic limelight of your mind twists through time

In a century made of laughter stretched bitterly through code

This feverish feel sits as jelly in the air as strangers dance with electronics

Superman unveils a fresh philosophy

Musclemen flex in identical outfits

The implants in your brain seize your muscles and lead you to a temple