as the data lights up the telephone
the data is in the telephone
the data is
the telephone
it is
data about telephones
it says telephone
it says light
and there is light
The particles at 6th & Jefferson perform
The Merchant of Venice
for no one without script
without choreography
without without or just without
the 16-foot yellow Penske truck
that rattles past
has a logic of its own
in the glove compartment
the atlas highlighted yellow
highway 278 west
to interstate 55 north
to see page 31 for Tennessee
there’s a show at the Buccaneer Lounge
tonight there’s a storm brewing
in the February sky
the wind will take all spring to spin
here the particles rearrange themselves
tirelessly the part of Antonio is played
by Antonio it has always been
Antonio it has always been
a pound of bloodless flesh
no more no less
Eric Delp is a writer from St. Petersburg, FL. His poems have appeared in Soft Cartel, Roanoke Review, Lychee Rind, and elsewhere. He holds an MFA from the University of Mississippi, where he was Poetry Editor for Yalobusha Review.