A Different Track

The shape and feel black texture
of railroad bubbles bursting under enclaves of digital teleportation,
supine gizmatics entrenched in flickering signs;
white desert terrain with schismatic
storefront museums over-floating like ballerina grand jetés,
trapped in freight elevator shafts.
Wondrous sensibility of figurative gymnastics
flitting through small fissured cells refusing to undergo mitosis.
Secret enzymes of encoded madness
resisting Newtonian dynamics with Bazooka bubble gum.
Fictitious particles cherry popping
metamorphic virgins who ride algorithmic parallels
along mechanical boulevards
with industrious gentlemen serenading gigabyte enterprises
and ladylike mimes
wrapping the world with cellophane.