Static Blue neon in the form and shape of eyes kiss like radio static I was never burned like that first night when I noticed the glow, and turned- targeted and fired upon A crack shot. Difficult to tell how or why I was brought low by your gaze, Already wounded by two years of collected electronic words blue screened and safe under glass. Now that the flickering blue of the screen reminds me of neon and the words under glass are attached to a disembodied voice in my head I shudder, staring- unseeing, unblinking, missing. I put my consciousness into the machine and send my body across telephone cables at the speed of thought. I dream of static kisses. ©1998 - Nicole Toivonen.