James Dean

Bow legs

Buckle under him

I look up with swollen eyes

He's there in his glory

James Dean esque 

Dangerous chique

Oddly safe

Holographic fingers

Brush my temples

Yet

My vessels don't burst

My lungs don't deflate

I don't choke

Like I imagined 

Anticlimactic

Un-genuine  

For he is somewhere else

Entirely 

My reality is wrapped in New York City

My matrix is in my living room

Reviews

[cloud]

I get the sense that you are speaking about him as though you were admiring a man on a poster or framed picture on your wall. Expectations need not be snuffed out by a disappointing impression. It takes time to appreciate something. But besides that, your poem speaks with the voice of a poet. It's beyond the ordinary and calls for attention through the strength of your words within the idea your putting across.

You are very good.

[The Archangel Gabriel]

A wonderful write. Great job.

[drugaddledwriter]

Technology just doesn't seem to get to the heart like a face to face meeting, that's what I'm thinking. Also, toward the end, you seem to really want that adventure but are probably from some small town that just won't deliver said adventure.

[Jake Kokoris]

You have that an "I could be writing about something else" kind of angst that I think creates an honest detached feel. It's an odd compliment but I intended it to be one. The ending is terrific and I don't know why.

[SuspectGray]

Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse. We are all connected in reality regardless of how large or small your matrix is.

[I Shred This Cabbage]

this is very interesting Jackie. there is a mystery to it, a disconnect from the circumstance you find yourself in. These lines in particular are fantastic:

Holographic fingers

Brush my temples

Yet

My vessels don't burst

My lungs don't deflate

I don't choke