The Staring Game

My eyes are plastered on
plastic screens
LCD piercing Iris
winking hello to London
the sun is up
it's 2 a.m.

Light cracks
numbers blur
the sun shines in HD
slapping your eyes
lashes flutter

Luna dances
with thousands of stars
flexing constellations
a variety of diamond beating hearts

And here I am
stomping laptop keys
with inked fingerprints
forming a language
that explains
my Iris

It feels good
winning this stare
staring into abyss
through walls