To: dollyoko
Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2000 16:04:32 -0800
From: turfboy
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Doll trail leaks out of the hallway,
across the country and out of sight,
behind shimmering veils of translucent mesh,
made an opaque curtain over time and distance.


Her eyes poke at me again through whitescreen goggles,
and her red lips pierce out of small black type.

Her mirage is day tripping in Siberias and Tokyos,
forgetting in south America, dirty dreaming in Rome.

At least her flesh is in the country.


One last collection of moments with her face up close to mine
so that I can see my own eyes reflected in hers.

She is scanning me for signs

I myself am hiding behind a black robe
of not wanting her to goishness.

she will flame and bubble
and I will erupt and whisper...