Posts tagged ‘Social Media’

August 14, 2015

American Mammal

A bright sun crawls over
a hot sunroof to meet
the working day,
as bulbs on a computer screen flash,
amass the made up page.
Men and women slip
underneath, characteristics
become unaccounted for.
Unknowing they go, thinking alone,
believing in bold font & sharp tones—
subjective as fact, living each & every
day for a quick read, drink, and a sweet snack.
Then they are taken, as every other,
to a grand pasture, heaven.
Set out free on their own accord—
until a fence is met.
How quickly their heavy chains they forget,
how relaxed their time was spent.

They are mammals all the same,
animals until their dying day.

March 19, 2015

Human lives matter (Do only certain lives matter?)

“For the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house.” -Audre Lorde

Human lives matter (Do only certain lives matter?)

When people around town or on social media express their thoughtful views I wonder,
do they think by using phrases such as:

black lives matter,
white lives matter,
native lives matter,
yellow lives matter,
gay lives matter,
purple lives matter,
red lives matter,
green lives matter, etc. etc.

(in no specific order, but always separate),

that they are not employing the same ideological tools
used to perpetuate segregation, generalization, hatred, and “-isms”?

Are we in 2015 separating groups with phrases?
Where is the community?

Don’t human lives matter?
What’s wrong with saying that?

January 19, 2015

The Meaning of Happenings

Things just work out
In acutely unique states-
All around the world,
In many different ways.

December 22, 2014

Everyday Horror

In a quiet room
Surrounded though alone,
Eyes stare blankly-
Mind’s stuck in a phone.

December 10, 2014

Some keep Significance going to Social Media – (632)

Some keep Significance going to Social Media –
I keep it, walking the Park –
With a Book for a Link –
And the sun, for a like

Some keep Significance on the Interwebs –
I, just wear my shoes –
And instead of wasting the Day, for Scrolls,
Our little Writer – reads.

Man converses, a skilled Intellect –
And the thought is only skewed,
So instead of being Relevant, realistically –
I am every-day.

*Inspired by Some keep the Sabbath going to Church – (236) BY EMILY DICKINSON

September 30, 2014

Modern Problem

Overreliance on technologies;

I need my smartphone to:
take out the trash,
go to work,
pay bills
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.

June 9, 2014

How do you “know” Love?

People don’t “know” love,
Love is unknowable.

It is a feeling:
And acted upon.

You are the love you make,
No labels
No others
No excuses
No blames

Just that.

If it is shit, it is because it was made as such
If it is the best, it is because it was made as such

If you love, then “know”
If you “know”, then love

People assume too much; age, race, and gender have nothing to do with love,
Inside is where it comes.

How’s your love today?


If the only thing your love stands for is status on social media your love is lacking…
Children speak of love as fantasy,
Adults speak of love as comfort and trust.
What’s the dichotomy?
So, what’s the rush?


If it’s broken, look in a mirror.

April 28, 2014

Hipster Trivia at the 331 Club

Traffic lights outside
Squared off streets we ride
Orange glow comes to eyes
Promoting fun inside

Progression riding electric tracks
Now new Prius mounted bike racks
To tires, to gas; of metal and glass
Varying vehicles pass; blurred mass

Two Towns as one; this Twin Cities
Biked them apart in nights- winds against me

Horseshoes hit pavement in the mist of flown pigeons
Spanned bricks and mortar, riverfronts lain nigh bridges

Talking loudly with crass; assumed trite little facts
Old times we tell ourselves not to look back

At great heights we don’t look for cracks
At the bottom we look up and react

A smile;
Could be the start
Of a beautiful frown,
Or vise versa.
….  Or really dumb words…

To the street to the beach
To the liquor store first
On two feet in the sleet
Bright-sunned winters; make hurt

Not like sun burn
Pinked enough to learn
Thrown thoughts of concern to the birds
Know the fish by the worms, in other words

On the bar with “local celebrities”
I have to ask, “Where are they at?”
So many people who are dead to me
The meaningful discussions they attract

Flash those few a fat front row
Wait for a single beer, find seats for the show
She said she writes for Revolver, things like that
She said just put “hipster” in the title for hits, fact.

You learn something new every day.

March 11, 2014

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead Dead

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

Fractionally:  Yes


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…

November 3, 2013

Facebook Famous Twin Cities

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.



Facebook Famous.

Reddit a Million times.


No more waiting in line.

Status update: Fine.


Googley eyes.

A Wikileaks work week.


And we’ve just come to a stoplight on Nicollet in Downtown.




Watching the clock, listing, clicking, trolling, scrolling…

Wasting time.


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?


Loving it.


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,

And complex.


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.


You see?


Just click.


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