C L O N E S



He pressed the remote control
so many times that day.

And from his plain void
he moved mountains,
fed a kangaroo,
turned the neighbors' lights off,
implanted a biochip into his lover
and repeatedly made her come.

Suddenly, he stopped.
Someone had pressed
another remote control.
 
Poetry&Image Copyright 1998-2005, by Maria Helena Rowell (10.06.01)