Flash Bulletins
In joining up the pixels,
my senses throb
on high tech alert.
These fibre optic days,
despatches travel as quick as light.
They bounce back at us
from autocues – starched
anchors in wardrobe gloss
relay them in HD vignettes.
The morning brought plasma
updates & widescreen data;
issued a warning – tingled
like the intro to Strawberry Letter 23.
Tonight, the counter offensive
resumes under cover of dark.
I punch in remote codes.
Another face far removed
is telling stories with his eyes.
He pull focus & flickers
in sync – like a zoetrope
in a lights out zone.
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