is generally boring.
high-falutin’ love
is as mundane as
ennui. we agree,
shake hands with
a firm grip into
each other’s
fingers,
then scratch
our heads over
why such a yawn
is held up as ideal
for time immemorial.
no wonder the check-
out lanes wallpapered
with tabloids. no won
der the us versus them.
no wonder the green
that’s grabbed by
getting our goats
on the glossy
subways of
the virtual.
but that’s
concocted.
what a fraud
to live so easy
face to face
only to hop
onto our alternate
realities, be spoonfed
bait that makes us
hungry for war?
and with whom?
cartoons? or else
the network of animated
avenues has us each
craving fluffed robotic
swells of puff. our
heads gone poof
into powder like
some ugly god
stepped on us.
look at me!
strip these
idols of the
algorithms
punched into
existence by
the slave labor
from which these
monsters were
born. set yourself
free. look at me
and see my eyes.
yours are dazzling
and have
already
set me
free.
