Poem: Watching Screens

 

Watching Screens

 

so many wide twin black holes

of bouncy bread-and-circus eyeballs

wolfing the mocha rhubarb apricot

mango lime cinammon cranberry raisin fix;

the marzipan profrockian babbitry 

of the conspicuous status indulgence;

all in latests models, voguest clothes, plushest beds,

and the fat-priced wines and worms in finest tequilas,

and such.

days of our lives of the parade of bees-turned-to-gold,

sins of poked honeycombs, scandals, vogues, fashions,

shockers of peccadillos, hoarded in mainframe-spleens,

so everyone knows, everyone saw

something of the somewhere in the archive

of some personal private pulse of aroused life,

now a scorecard of gossip on mockery’s dartboard.

 

more and more and more screens,

screens more and more human than the people watching the screens,

billions of eyeballs flirting along,

swallowing to wallow and worship

and melt into the airwaves of some overarching artificial Octopus.

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7/8/24