CONTEMPORARY UTOPIAS
the other day at a party
I spoke with a girl named Desirée (I swear it!)
her name throbbed with echoes
romantic historical even Platonic
it turned out that she works programming a computer and just as other people dream in technicolor
she dreams nightly
in a computer language made up of
arrows that are
inflexible logical systematic orders
it is impossible for me she confessed
to develop a human relationship
I reduce everything to inflexible signs arrows
in bed
I have nightmares
in which I am part of an enormous computer until the hour comes
to get up and go to work