The Wake

Are you real? The
sycophant news junkie writhes
on the couch wondering sees
the world in your eyes the suffering
hunger war victory speeches passion
so passionlessly read dispassionate face
clear eyes, furious frenzied desperate to
prove your body exists
from the waist down desire erection
something under your pants no smooth
Ken Doll Groin covered by modular
plastic faux wood panel
naked
from the screen down are you real?