Haptic Stance

Inhaling soldered breath,
synthetic dreams
flickering
behind the digital screens
of electric eyes --
high definition visuals
in low resolution minds.

Fractured language
spit
from tablet tongues,
flesh craves haptic feedback,
retracting
from the warmth
of a human touch.
Corroding circuit cells
lose their signal,
bluetooth beats
confuse the current
coarsing
through the smoking circuitry
of unshielded cables
jacked
straight into the skin.

Low flow wifi
fails,
fiber optic fantasies
luring
digitized souls,
captured in the cloud
they cannot
beam through the sky
without
plugging in the pulse.

Near field communication
from the muted,
metal mouths
of future men
building stronger firewalls
between their bodies,
divided by broadbands
from competing providers,
extinction
shivers in the static
beneath
the Googled eye of God.