Is a poem. The man is saying It was a day
I could… his eyes are a little desperate
I think he is a Roman god or an Immortal
Simply for his humanity and the way
things shape up….
Orator of silent soundbytes, metonymy
Is sidelong, glances off The Public
A man alone existing for a monitor
Somewhere . I hope he’s real.
It’s real….
What are we all above our 15 minutes?
Stardust, melancholy and ghost-fuel?
The realm of identifying and caring
In a specific sense,
For a face I do not know.
Veronica Aldous All Rights Reserved 2015
Veronica Aldous 