Throwing Up Digital
We walk on the street connected to
Each other
Closely.
We stand shoulder to shoulder
And technology has
Made us even closer than that.
We are available to whoever
Needs us
Whenever they need us.
At least seven gadgets on us
Can connect to
The internet.
When we’re needed
We’re found.
We’re compelled to answer everything
Thrown at us.
So many things pile on top of
Us
That finally
We’re drowning in digital.
New things pop up so fast
We can’t digest what went in
A few moments ago.
I’m throwing up information
Anonymous thoughts,
Unbalanced news,
Undeveloped ideas,
And the offspring nightmares
Of other peoples broken hearts.
I need it out of me.
We need it out of us.
We’re drowning in digital.
As our hands type faster than
Our brains can think we direct ourselves
Into territory that has no
Emotion
Because it has no face.
When our faces finally
Are
Insulted,
We run for cover in
Spaces of bytes
And spill our problems into
Other peoples cups.
We’re drowning in digital and
It’s not going to change
Anytime
Soon.
As the neon lights of
The cities work to glare out
The dark night
And disorient us
I hope that someone remembers
Where they really are.
