the words float off the page
like cars parked along the side of a street
miles ross stares at the blog page
the blog is blue

miles ross hears iko iko by a 'new orleans band'
coming out of the computer
he forgets putting his head down
miles ross thinks something is happening, something 'big'
he thinks 'it's moving slowly, big, people pushing the big blue thing'

he looks into the blue light
miles ross puts his head down in the fold of his arm
miles ross hears analog boy by 'rx bandits' coming out of the itunes

the blog thinks about miles ross
it comes at miles ross, holding something
miles ross will never be miles ross
miles ross will be many times stupid
miles ross is a notion
he thinks about people on the internet

miles ross hears 'you know i'm no good' by
amy winehouse coming out of the computer

it's bread wrapped in a paper bag
that is blue, glowing and fury
the bread moves, falls to the floor
and crawls to a perverse area of brown wood floor
it stops
broccoli floats towards it
the broccoli floats away