Lines lost

I am losing these lines
Here and now, smashing plastic metaphors on
Polymorphic screen, setting
Types and sizes with electric speed—
Midnight beacons my asterisks;

And sit, and wait, I exhume
Dead ideas over the green, turn them over
Like profitable tombs,
And spit them out again
When I am done. I have traded the lines
For a point of view.

Dale Chou
2013-07-02