the colony

it's all in my head
this buzzing, looming,
blow up of a proportion.
i scroll through it
these thumbnails on a tackboard
bewildering yet boring. 
my imaginary finger gliding
flitting, tapping
tweedling to the connection.
the possibilities seem endless
with those who forego privacy.
this is strange
this controllable burst of minimal excitement,
this prudent lechery without the arousal, 
this perfunctory release without a status.
i scroll through it
these thumbnails on a tackboard
warped, corrosive, anonymous
egoes blown out of proportion.
this is where it starts
this buzzing, looming,
makings of a leper colony.