clickity click-click

wikipedia vortex.

the twilight sky is grape-dark beyond the living room glass:

chemtrails perforate the fading

crimson of dusk.

Clicking the blue hyperlink, I feel various —

the web spins like a top

as I hunt down

the ungraspable yarn

of mood.

Baudelaire would’ve had a fit at this —

inclinations pulled taut

over some fuzz-ended URL.

Outside the evening clenches.

trees whisper conspiratorially 

as a gargoyle face gathers in the platinum moon.