Avatar Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Is a flower abstract?
Can you dismiss the wind?
Substance regal blend of earth
Similitudes of pain solicit reality
Limited cryptic eye shadow
Venus is too far away

Feline silk melds no ground
Being is inhabited in elements
Your prose gives no golden water
Womb of words has no moonbeams
Temple of clay in a galaxy
Paintings have left me thirsty

Enough of this plebian banter
Objects occupy transcendence
Symbols cannot repair the pain
Religions need relics
Romance thrives on fetish
The Internet is like an avatar

Real life needs real people
I cannot kiss an avatar