Boy trials

I sought for something absent in dead-eyed photo throwbacks. 

Nothing there, so I entered that graveyard shift dark instead.

Tripping over street corners blown out by slackened snowbanks.

Uncontrollable. Just how permanent marker bleeds spread. 

With my palms facing upwards, I absorb streetlight prayer.

Snow crunches behind me. Wires tangle with gyroscopic breath. 

Oh, Computer Angel, rid me of this tangling malware.

I see your flicking cursor. Please, show me the path.

Flick before injecting so I can walk alone at night. 

My arm is filling out nicely unfurled at the dais.

I stow needles under my bed, then approach blistering light.

Sheaths of muscle offering for your divine sinew praise.

There’s the welcome sign glow. Turn the astigmatic dial.

Here is my body, and these are my trials.