Summer Lee © 2004 All Rights Reserved
Sugar and Dust
Everything feels computerized and messy,
wires covered with sugar and dust,
chewed up extension cords feeding
the microchips that run the world.
It’s easy here to see that life is an illusion
the D-movie star in the corner booth stuffing his face
with chow mein adds just the right touch
to make it all feel fake, a flimsy TV production.
But trust this theory, and it’s another story
nothing proves the world is real like shoving
some guy into a drum kit at one in the morning,
the chaos, nerve-inducing result of a reality test.
Everyone is their own jittery film strip
in front of the perspective point, projected
from the center of the earth out of a mundane cycle,
continuing illusion as nature, not as grand trick.
Copyright © 2004
Robert Krut’s poetry has appeared in Barrow Street, Salt Hill, Hayden’s Ferry Review, and the Mid-American Review, among others. Work has also been published online in Tarpaulin Sky, Nidus, and the 2 River View. Currently, he teaches at the University of California at Santa Barbara, and lives in Los Angeles.
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