names:
none in

the machine

in
spiral
digital mounds,
in

a hypogeum of  
sonic masks,
      chipped at by
spears of
Light;

numbing
somewhere close by
is the alien
unfelt, unseen;
always watching,
malicious to the
organism,
injurious
to the regular processes
of life.
It comes out in the
light.
You see it everyday.
It has a name.

Can you guess it?

This skull whines in its
sagging baggage;

            toot toot toot

goes the rabble,
moving their thought
packages along

           the neural airwaves.

electrostatic convulsions
take the heart,

turning it into a neat
neon abyss

                    full of radio top 40s
and cardiological indigestion.

spectral oracles deliver their
diabetic sermons
near the kidneys--
                     It will happen soon,
             they say
                    

and in the brain a dreamer
kicks an unpinned grenade
around and
says:

what has happened
tomorrow
was
happening today and
will happen yesterday;

and on and on
it goes.