Caustic intelligence works a
neon scatter along Castro Street,
lightning bug riots alive with
nationalities, screwjets, gearheads.
Disassemble the universe with an
Allen wrench, put it back
together with a gas-
powered tennis racquet.
Microwaves scrimmaging the dish,
pulsar grasshoppers, genetic
codes on the back of a stamp,
accelerators spraying the
hills with database.
We are edgewalkers, tectonic scuttlebutt;
wipe a hand through the air and
come away with pixels.
Graymatter princes who can
barely form a civilized
sentence map out the
escalators of human evolution,
tapping at their cyberphones like
First published in Willard & Maple
Art by Greg Hill