I asked God for more
energy, and He gave me
two wasp stings. That worked!
I asked God for more
energy, and He gave me
two wasp stings. That worked!
Do not go quietly
into that mind-numbing night,
but rage rage!
against the blue light;
The social media
that draws us in,
and makes us have arguements
we can never win.
We loose friends
we thought were true,
and question all in us
we thought we knew.
Turn off your media! Stop the bleeding!
(Why aren’t you acting? You’re still reading!)
There are thousands of/
books and podcasts to hear, but/
that’s not why I’M here.
We have deep talks when/
her device gives insights. Else,/
I’m left to myself.
AND
I thought myself wise,
insightful, worth talking to.
I’m boring, replaced.
AND
Were I wisked away,/
I would not be missed. She could/
still comment to friends.
AND
Some fight unfaithful/
lovers. Others get replaced/
by technology.
AND
If porn is wrong ‘cuz/
it subs for intimate love,/
what is device talk?
How many songbirds/
get sacrificed so we have
no vermin? Balance!
OR
How many songbirds/
must die so we have no mice?
Feral cat balance.
Think you’re a failure?/
Loser feelings carry on/
unless you say: “Stop it!”
When I failed, they claimed:
“He’s not who he was.” Once more,
I’ve changed. Look. Forgive?
Dark thoughts,
deep weeping,
well up in my soul.
The world seems disconnected
from me,
and I from her.
Why does the water-wading song
drill through
my bedroom door,
as if to mock me
and my lullaby memories?
I am abandoned
by all who I thought
loved me,
and who
I truly loved
and lived for.
My mistakes
have unraveled
all my life,
and I feel
no mercy,
no compassion,
no hope,
no love,
except for
the faith
and hope
I have
that,
maybe,
He loves me still.
When my life is lost,
out of control, I intrude
in things I shouldn’t.