In a quiet room
Surrounded though alone,
Eyes stare blankly-
Mind’s stuck in a phone.
In a quiet room
Overreliance on technologies;
I need my smartphone to:
take out the trash,
go to work,
take notes in class…
I need the whole world to shut down…
I need to get off of my ass…
When I push that button
And watch the screen glow-flash
I know I’m wasting my time
I know I’m not alone in that.
Full shoes rock smuggler
In the basement before dirt
Hopscotch walk muddler
Parted smirk with mirth
In a place with no character
We (they) find a shiny coin
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Are insignificant to a point
No spokes in the wheel; full circle
Disdain, now, no wound to ‘oint
The Players show empathy to Ros and Guil, no disjoint ;
they are also at the mercy of the elements i.e. Hamlet
They desperately avoid blunder and blood red moist
However they can’t undo fate with any willed choice
Lifestyle of livelihood
Real-life social effect
In that case I’m dead
They’ve been gone this whole time
stuck with inquistion in purgatory
They relive this act on track
This fact amends the story
We see it in un-, sub-, and supernatural forces:
They are caught in between.
And so on…
You’re the next everyone else,
Lest you be yourself.
Caption Queen amongst the memes.
Twit wit shit list.
And we’ve only come to the talk in Uptown.
Reddit a Million times.
No more waiting in line.
Status update: Fine.
A Wikileaks work week.
And we’ve just come to a stoplight on Nicollet in Downtown.
Watching the clock, listing, clicking, trolling, scrolling…
Fuck going outside,
I sit back and recline.
And we’ve just been stuck inside.
All night out.
All day in.
All living in sin.
It’s a hit with the cool kids.
What’s a book?
What’s a park?
What’s a walk?
And the lit up screen in front of me keeps me out of the dark.
Dial tone on the phone to text.
Who needs to talk?
Life is complicated,
Depressed and unable to rest.
Wake to a beep, everyday things in my nightmares mar my sleep.
Thank god it was just a dream.
Again, I reach for my phone.
Notification with a beep alerts me.
And we lie in a bed in Marcy Holmes.
I’ve seen things on my feet:
From the free clinics to the free church dinners,
Social media makes everyone a winner.
Or the ice couldn’t get much thinner.
All over these deep waters.
By Terry Scott Niebeling
Stolen stories about how I tell people I’m a writer.
I don’t, I’m not.
I just type a lot.
This took place at the VFW, this took place on social media, and this whole idea took place in my mind.
He said she said.
Of course I’m fine.
To my contemporaries,
You hardly write, you always talk, and what is there to do about it?
Your work exists in the rain like chalk.
Frame of mind, you are blind.
Idly wasting time, waste of time.
The only thing we have in common is proximity on a map.
You have released thoughts from their trap.
Your handshakes, salutations, and self-descriptions fall flat.
Is there more to you?
More to do?
We can only assume.
As long as you are around I know there is someone better fit for the job.
Making us all look good.
Got it covered like a condom.
Not paying to publish.
Not wasting paper.
Not advertising falsities.
Not entertaining bullshit.
The only way to exist.
I just wrote all of this.
I haven’t spoken a single word.
Ain’t that a bitch?
Don’t believe everything you say, speak, read, or see.
Most people lie.
I formulate drafts when I sit.
How’d you get famous?
You know it’s not word of mouth when you’re speaking about yourself, right?
She said (some of this):
Passion is where your hands are at.
The moment you realize hotels never have quality coffee…
You have one in your hands…
The moment you realize the last thing you need is an ice cold beer…
You have one in your hands…
Love is in your hands.
My girl is back; my dick still works.
My ex says I have only one good quality: A sense of humor…
I say perks.
She calls pretty regular
Smiles are not her concern.
I say adjunct.
I’m still laughing.
It was a joke that we lasted so long, yet nothing is right or wrong.
The aftermath is where the real comedy lies.
After that one has to decide.
Perfect morning placement.
There are so many different arrangements.
Big teeth, big eyes, no lies.
The truth is its good.
Staying in 3 different places, in 3 different stages, in 3 different ranges.
Enjoying the Now placement, living like a vagrant.
Train travel babble.
Ride the rails like thoughts, its hard to get lost when there is no destination.
And she asks on some social media site, “Do I know you?”
And I answer, “Probably not.”