Am I alone in this drone of a world
that needs to unplug?
hear me, hug me, look me in the eye!
wake up, shake up, half-baked
everywhere I walk
drugged out
bugged out
ear-budded
vibrating
resonating
detonating beat so loud
it’ll crap-zap the brain-waves flat!
and people wonder why no one talks to them?
HELLOOO!
IS ANYBODY THERE?
Today, on the way to pick up my son from
his fun super-plugged computer-hugging school
I roll down my car window
tiredly, in over-drive -
I’m decidedly pissy at the hissy-fitted world in general, and
I need some sun and wind to revive me
to remind me of
something … real
And here
she
is
bobbing along the sidewalk
nothing “budding” from her ears
smiling, skipping a little – but,
what’s that she’s holding up to her mouth?
not a phone, please not a phone -
her eyes catch mine
fine eyes, alive
and she holds up to her mouth – nothing
but a sweet stalk
of
fresh
juicy
spring grass
and the music
she skips to
is
her
own
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