Sunday, July 12, 2015

Virtual Saikei

Sad and jealous spectator,
how long will you grit
your teeth on the sidelines
watching the online glory
of others similarly
swirling in an electronic vortex
of adulation and image management?

We love to trim
our social media bonsai
to hide the gnarled roots
of what is underneath,
but when you living for likes,
to uphold your internet glamour
what or who is real anymore?

Sunday, July 5, 2015

The Servant Laments

You will all miss me
when I'm gone.

Who will console you
when beloved trash is treating you like trash?

When your favorite backup plan
isn't around to pinch hit for your cherished men?

What will you do then?

What will you do when your drug intermediary
ain't so gladly merry to help your chemical need to escape?

Who will do for you then?

Who will soothe your ills
when everyone backs off?

Who will come around for you then?

Who will be there for you
as I stay deep in my den,

stirring only for the people
who remember me beyond being a means to an end?

Who will care for you then?


Enslavement

Sometimes,
I just want to be taken care of
not even aware of
the heavy saddle draped between
weary shoulder blades,
torturing myself with
social media maelstroms
melting away sense with resentment
causing a sore head
whilst I watch my friends
have fun while I work
through mine in many mines
barely consoling myself
by thinking the grass is
always greener in other people's lives

I am tired of holding the pickaxe
representing the social pact
that says if you work
yourself to death,
you might be rewarded
with mortal and divine respite
all I get is vicarious vomit
from watching others get
to exit or exempt
themselves from responsibility
life's most ruthless despot.