around the airport
all the vehicles are white
as if rendering
the aeroplanes and scripting
stories for transient souls
is taxing on the software
dead pixels hang
black stars in
sunny summer skies
as the loop stutters
the voxels forming shadows
in low definition
and i can’t recall
a single name
it taps at the back of
my hollow skull
a woodpecker pecking a
poetic peckerhead
white trucks white vans
white cars as the
jittery planes hover
a shimmering absence as
the sky is drawn in after
my mind buffers
the chemicals loaded
in the wrong order
swimming in a chaos of thought
lost and bewildered
i am an irregularity
a line of malicious code
slowly devolving
a pixelated sprite
half coded and hidden away
in a folder marked fool