The Banana Peel Project

i can only doubleclick myself,
and i’m only getting negative feedback

if:
hexadecimal colors are going to mean
freedom
then:
the narcissistic loop has got to be
broken

i wonder if there’s love (existentially, as in
existential friendship)
and, looking for you,
i find a reflection of me and this time
(i am sure)
i won’t be turned into a flower

instead, perhaps a dead leaf or
even worse
an automaton whose RNA transcribes
only itself

hopeful, i see you, who,
immanently
crazily gazes into my (differently blue) eyes
and
i wonder if you’re an artifact or a glimmer on my blurry
(and out of warranty)
liquid crystal display

and i really hope you aren’t