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Poetry

Techno Box –
My Bracelet to the World: An Invention

Scientific advancement created by a dreamer.
A sleek urban bracelet TV.
Portable and petite.
With a liquid crystal face.

Elizabeth P. Glixman

 In this tiny box on my wrist the Boston Red Socks play ball.
 Pretty evangelists with blonde hair and business suits
 talk of waiting for God’s mercy and how the Lord will pay your rent
 if you study the word.
 Anchormen spew the oceans decay our culture’s collapse.
 Things that are not good for digestion are in the box-
 The surge in the unemployment rate-
 Road rage -
 Rape-
 Kidnap-
 War-
 The benefits of yogurt is an exception-
 The reporters are gleeful.

 Out of the endless blow wholes of network TV
 (Anchors I feel sprayed)
 They are skunks snoops spraying us with
 Weird dry cleaning.

 In this tiny box on my wrist
 are pictures of bodies flying.
 Beheaded bodies bending in prayer.
 Porno bodies banging other nameless porno bodies.
 On the split TV screen with a magnifying glass
 Wrinkles of flesh and limbs falling
 I can see the technology is precise.

 In the tiny box encased in steel silver on my wrist
 the world is shrunken in the ritual of
 We Must Know all this and it must be compact
 quick and nano seconded
 Portable
 Sitting in my neon pink car neon
 the TV screen vibrating
 on the highway along side other
 basic electrifying colored cars
 I channel surf.

 I am informed the terror is rising.
 I have my duct tape and Bible.
 Last night the TV anchor said we as a race
 can float faster than the wind that pollinates.
 We can fertilize faster than the honeybee.
 We can buzz louder than asteroids in outer space.

 I ride by a pastoral patch adjacent the highway
 Watch the cows in the pasture
 before they are hooked up to milking machines
 milk produced.
 Gallons a second. I wonder
 Do the cows’ tits hurt
 or is it udder delight to be
 handled by boxless stainless steel lovers?

On my wrist I see the big-faced world
Clock ticking
Shift and change
I watch the
Waterproof and fire proof
Disposable bracelet.
It is like fake diamonds
that can be reproduced as easily
as a porcelain chicken laying
A replica of a golden egg.
And as worthless in the creation of peace

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