rough copy

striking its distances unknown
to the looker
a cyber thinker

it itches to my sight
of what we all have become 
cell phone to a  chatters
hooker?

high to the ears
 frequencies
winking of the eyes
of headaches felt

fingers to every scroll a numbness 

no time to look me in the eye
for a verse or two

well how the fuck are you 
too...a good line

we walk pass by in a hurry 
day by day a Star to a Buck 
coffee to taste  for a given smile

DOPAMINE  
...
positive to the brain ....you think?
another and another 
mind your business

well dont forget to smile 
As i keep looking at you
yes you....is it not a Beautiful  day
as your Beautiful mind