{"id":2665,"date":"2014-10-15T02:34:00","date_gmt":"2014-10-15T02:34:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=2665"},"modified":"2014-10-15T02:34:00","modified_gmt":"2014-10-15T02:34:00","slug":"circuitry-by-patrick-mackay","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/circuitry-by-patrick-mackay\/","title":{"rendered":"Circuitry by Patrick Mackay"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Circuitry<\/h1>\n

by Patrick Mackay
\n(For Jack Spicer)<\/p>\n

The world is a broken machine
\nAnd we live in the circuitry
\nMaking love to lose ourselves.<\/p>\n

On the hard drive of the heart
\nNone can feel the electric pain.
\nWe smile a facade of riddles:<\/p>\n

Who are you, who are you really?
\nLanguage is the child that dreams
\nThat he could mend the world<\/p>\n

Playing the game for him made by us.
\nHe plays and forgets and plays
\nLike the surface of a pond<\/p>\n

Reflecting the sky, while the rain
\nDistorts him into bliss.
\nThe rings of his tears are circuitry.<\/p>\n

We make a game up to destroy time,
\nAs if it could save us from time,
\nBut a loop always brings us back.<\/p>\n

We download our desires into the wreck
\nAnd wait in lines for our freedom.
\nThe child plays with who he thinks we are,<\/p>\n

But we are not ourselves. The screen
\nIlluminates only parts of us, the face
\nShows only a mirror and the pain<\/p>\n

Is as deep as a canyon and echoes
\nWithin our want the same
\nAs fine font that makes us smile.<\/p>\n

No one wants to know what is really
\nHappening. The world is a broken machine
\nAnd we live in the circuitry.<\/p>\n

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\nI have published in many magazines in the United States, and in Ambit<\/em> in the United Kingdom. Most recently E Rattle published a book review I wrote on the SF poet, Klipschutz. Notably, my work has won Honorable Mention in Glimmertrain<\/em>\u2019s Short Fiction Contest, and Best of the Decade in The Hawaii Pacific Review<\/em>. A series of Candy Letters lauding Hershey\u2019s, Rolos, and Frito Chips for their superb support of my sugar habit was acknowledged with praise and coupons. The real estate brokerage, Prudential Bache, was so impressed by a letter I wrote on one of their brokers that the president wanted to frame it in his office. Restaurants have given me chocolate ganache cake for descriptions of heights of culinary achievement. In my spare time I teach blind persons at Braille Institute literature. My class can hear a pin drop in a room, hair moving in a soft breeze, and know the intricacies of ESP.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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