Monday, March 29, 2021

Hands spin ticking off old hours
our fingertips flick past fresh posts
ghosts of silent laughs and gasps 
grasping at our backs and beckoning
us toward reckoning with the rewards
hard won and wired into our brains
trained to fire joy off like guns
automatically responding to thumbs
and hearts and hands replicated
insatiable thirst for perception
desperately fearing deflection
destruction of our carefully framed
faces and names wild places tamed
racing to bottomless brunch mimosas
forever refreshing but never
addressing our pulpy fictions
friction bubbling under sunny skies
wise words forgotten as bunny hops
cops tried and the crying never stops
just so many digital tears 
tearing through our motherboards
another hoarder holding the heat
taken and shade thrown under
thundering buses backed up
stuck and cussing out cups and 
handcuffs for cutting us in line
time and time and time and time
wasted worrying who when what
why and why and why and why
hold     that     which     can     not     stop?

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week