Tyler’s just a blur on the screen in his white lab-coat,
redder-than-real lips accumulating all over the smudgy
3 x 3 window, tongue flickering this way and that. I’m
a little chilly in my Christmas cardigan, getting a grand
tour of Singapore’s hallways. Are those solar panels
above your head? It’s a bit laggy, but tons of fun.
Simon sex with Garwin theme, something he calls
Master & Commando. Then a whore and a slut
hit me real hard and the connection was lost,
no more tomorrow. Same as yesterday,
of course. Leaves me a note, a
massage at an auto body shop.
Bowls seriously except when
hopping on the lift. Try again
December. Here’s to hoping,
dear Blurs & Smudges.
