Splash language into my eyes
like bathtub water. I feel,
I love digitized words
my Pacific wave vision.
Who has the time to spend a sunloop
piecemealing a Victorian novel
when I can receive Bronte’s impetus
within a nanosecond of absorption.
The judgement of Jane Eyre
corrals inside neurological sparks
before draining into a reject bin
at the back of Beth’s Barber Shop.
Her red and white pole spins,
an orbit of commerce
as a customer walks in
with a mohawk that needs managing.
A professor on the future,
he envisions reading
will go the way of the woolly mammoth
stomping through the past.
*Previously published in Abstract: Contemporary Expressions in August 2018.
Keith Mark Gaboury earned a M.F.A. in creative writing from Emerson College. His poems have appeared or is forthcoming in such publications as Poetry Quarterly, New Millennium Writings, and Eclectica. Keith lives in Oakland, California. Learn more at www.keithmgaboury.com.