A Second Life

By Peter Halstead

Dream the dreams your fathers had
Or paste photos out of magazines
In your private YouTube ad

Think of wrinkled jumps and dives
As the default 3-D scenes
In the Facebook of your lives

Neopets become your own
Until your daily dim routine
Is rewritten and outshone

Bits and pieces of the iconographic trance
Are childish avatars who when
You flip the pages dance

A metaverse silted up with custom snow
And when you fly back home
Virtual property below

Blurred inside the rapid moving eye
A cyber girl in school
Framed against a real life sky

Quilted blogs of youth fileted
By the dapple of a pool
Where Deep Think time is weighed

In puzzle pieces that the mind
Assembles in the web of age
Where manga worlds are made
From all the wreckage left behind