Headless

Trace the thin wires,
vomited on the floor.
Observe how these

stiff threads stroke the dust.
Fanned out. Straw-like.
Trace the thin wires,

Red. Blue. Green.
Yellow. Black.
Transmit decayed data.

Trace the thin wires.
They now dance with golden
shadows. Trace the thin wires.

Behold their attachment
to the skull. Fail to see
this skull has no body.


It's supposed to be a robot's head! :o

The reason I say that is because I hope that's what you got to...if not, you have to tell me what you thought about it...it will help me when revising this poem again. Hehe.

Thanks for reading though!