LINKAGE

cool green fire bolting out of my brainstem

peeks around the corner

formed by the junction of the back of my neck

and my collarbone

decides to emerge

crawl down my right arm

carefully tiptoeing around tattooed dragons embracing infinity

arriving at the tips of my fingers

causing my hand to glow with the intensity of thought desire gloom

I watch the screen form characters letters words sentences

televising my concern passion joy rage despair thrill remorse

ENTER!

message in a bottle transmitted suddenly into the dark fiber optic void

arriving at your screen

cool green characters flowing like ocean waves on a distant planet

changing color

collecting themselves into small whirlpools of silver mercury thoughts

that without warning leap off the screen

onto your fingertips circle around your wrist wind their way up your arm

stopping briefly to admire the Russian cross of gold

then sneaking around to the back of your neck

waiting then softly penetrating your brainstem

until you sigh with understanding

at the end of this electronic transmission