We Fabricated a Life

We fabricated a life

Put up aluminumb siding

Plastic trees

Driving little cars

To get away from each other.

Began each day

The life we thought was real, scrambling eggs and brains in the marketplace.

For a moment

With little Bobby

Brilliant Ashley

We poked around the real

Too content with malcontentment

We sought what we knew

Not bright green spring

But soiled folded green paper

Looking for fits of origami orgasms.

Now

We bump into each other

Without feeling

Numb cyberdumbs

Clacking away at keyboards

TV zoning

Flights of Clancy

Searching for meaning

Not meaning to ignore

Never getting close enough

Fearful of our own

Bad breath.