poster bored

on the walls of the freezing flat
stuck by corners with the tacky blue
the posters from san jose, california
of anime babes with doll-like eyes-
those infinitely sparkling purple eyes-
and in them
the promise of that world of
unreal technicolor and catchy
j-pop themes, of raunch and gore
paradoxically clean and precisely depicted-

those posters, those eyes hang above the bed-
which is a mattress on the hardwood floor-
they hang, bored
watching nothing in this cold
massachusetts dorm room
nothing that could compare.

on my floor,
one next door,
are the only women my racist eyes adored.
and they are taken already
by some i'd claim were my friends.
and on the coldest nights
with the window ajar
i can hear everything

and the posters,
how their corners peel.
how their corners peel.
the faces warp.
two dimensional flat faces
want a dimension more.
just one dimension more.