picture this

here i can't post pics

that's not my thing on this platform. i'm trying to find
a voice again, one that fits glovey
wonder if it's all me ness like the we ness on ello.

i thought about why we don't write anymore jack
and it must be because we're getting old.that and
my newest addiction, at least 5 years old now, the game.

i began playing bc my honey needs attention i mean like
a lot. at least i can listen and not have him invade the game
like he invades my writing. and why not let him in?
he thinks he wants it. until it's embarrassing. and the truth
is always embarrassing.

today you woke up in a rage, ranted about ak47s
and the people at work. said you woke from a dream of it
but you wanted to live that, standing in our living room.
how does one deal with that? i try to not take it personally.

and here i stood at the very window where the screen
was pushed into the night
 \booze couldn't change  the way
we were over, i'm editing inline jack
i have lost my voice, pin it on my body
bury it my bag ,raise it on a pole.so i can
find it again.

*****













here's the rub. i see the same process we went thru
occurring in successive iterations with every human
exposed to the joys of social networking.
we get caught up in an alt reality, where our friends
can't talk to us face to face. no headbutts allowed
but no kissing either, yet they seem more real
than the people in real life. irl. the way we shorten
words so we don't have to type them out then
how the acronym  becomes the word used.
instead of laughing out loud in life we lol irl.
for true. haven't you done it too?


so now what? i can't join in. i can't suspend
  disbelief that the utopia we talk about is possible
that we will move physical bodies into alternate
places, that we will meet up and get along without
this glass between us. thanks first nameless internet lover.
you couldn't take the heat too, when the truth came out.
but truthfully, you were right about my writing then.
and it's not much better now., a bit less bathetic.jack
i thought you had taste but it was just a justification
to read something besides yourself. i was am so earnest.
is that the personality of the boomer?

i hate that i am
 associated with this generation.
no matter i try to protest
 i was born in the wrong time-
a tweener, they never talk
 about us, but obama fits and he
 ain't no boomer.meh
 maybe he is
he was not into  UHC.
and he now lives on martha's vineyard but
j'm  not a boomer, They
 dressed me like this
and this is not my nose, it's a carrot!
  however i understand
my demografic voted heavily
 orange last election
and it saddens me, deeply.
i don't own no boomer house,
 i don't drive no boomer suv,
i don't vote no boomer filosofy.
 save the goddamn whales?
how bout defeat
 the pacific plastic patch? someone
 do a l'il mermaid
cartoon about that.
i'll watch the grand parade safe
 in my hovel, hoping  the next
 hurricane and the one after
 misses us though someone's gotta
 pay. not you, still
  bringing the storms tone deaf
 as always, rose, you
call it straight on a lucky
streak of one
pat yourself on the back,
have another
 drink of those writer's tears
 too often it
brings an obligation
 i'd rather refuse
 so payment takes
 a backseat again.



***


sayonara my blessed white
space the silence between stanzas.
no more. we have to be constant
the next post, pic,  paragraph feed
the collective conscious consisting
of billions. we are stars
exoplanets quazars. constant
as a hubble on plank based diet.
that's what i told you so i can't say it
to anyone else. if i could have
i would have loved you
until tomorrow, then.





***


and jack, jack how are you
in your midcentury modern bed?
i wonder if i've become a meme in your poetry
the golden glow you watched
from the sidewalk, in the dark.
grab the easy rider handlebars
jump on the banana seat
shout l love you as you leave.




it's ok. we were never gonna be
anything but master and student
unwilling. my recollection
isn't the same as it used to be
the photons go white
a toolbar crops up when you need it least
the person you should be writing to
knows this for them but
it's a shame to name them.























***



shame. what a concept. we all act
in ways that we need to.
but you know. if not for shame
we'd all be fucking animals.
i worded that poorly. if not for shame
and consciousness of the impact
of our actions on others
we would go though life
acting out every whim from
thievery to murder. so if god as judge
is a manifestation of self consciousness
and empathy it's from necessity . without it
the human race would perish from greed.
as we are witnessing. the models
were wrong. it's coming sooner.
build an ark if you want to come out
the other side.
i cannot imagine why you would.