Poetry

“Social Media is the Worst”

Social media is the worst thing for our brains

It turns attention into a game

As we sit back and drool

Our eyes and minds flitting from one post to the next

Never to rest

Like some broken pinball machine

The levers held not by ourselves

But by greedy ghouls in suits and hoodies

Sitting in glass walled C-Suites around the Bay

Demon spawn with dollars in their eyes

Proclaiming whatever social cause is in trend

Because their souls have rotten from within

But they’re not satisfied

No money or power can satiate their thirst

They want to turn us into zombies on earth

Our attention is our only currency

And it’s their currency too

So don’t give the ghouls another glance

Shut it down and seek romance

For your dreams will only be fulfilled

When you look away and start “running up that hill.”

“The Boy”

The boy kicked the stick

To rue death

But the stick felt no pain

Nor was death there in the stick

No, death had already passed

Like a wind.

Unnoticed until it was gone.

“The Moon”

The luminescent

Glow of the moon, bathing us in its resplendent glory.