Porous by J. Dahl

boundaries

I am re-calibrating

as I have

new information

is there anything more insane

than staying the same

when everything is slightly changed

wear your shoes out fast

thin soles dropping

acid in google glass

instructional holograms

guide me home

cranking brake-less on icy

asphalt you’re in my head

climbing stairs over sweaty

boys looking for a quiet landing

miming a smoke

on future devices

future vices

we enjoy the speculation

sprawled on a baroque sofa in a tunnel

underground

among the houseplants

milling around nocturnal

walking in the sleet

orange juice no list

no threat no stress

red turtleneck

bring your eyes

out royalty

rung double swept

library roof scraped knees

tailbone

atop my composite

technical knit

hold your face

up to the falling

space 

phase radiation

she’s drawing on the walls

not saying a word