*
in this age of ADHD
we demand that seeds fast forward
and that trees grow instantly.
in our twenty first century society
so short of patience
that the question of whether
the egg or the chicken came first
is no longer of relevance
& in our state of urgency for the secret spice recipe
they hatch straight into deep fryers.

**
art stands no chance at all.

as Scorsese rightfully said
cinema is dead.
tension and complexity are lost
in the superhero universe
where an explosion a minute
is the only way to rivet an audience
to their seats while they tweet
how sweet the eighth film in the franchise is.
if variety is your fancy you'll have to swim deep
- underneath the mouse trapped
snapped up the industry
there are plenty of clownfish struggling
to get out of the anemone
and make it in the cinematic sea.

art stands no chance at all.

scratch bohemian rhapsodies
and concept albums off the charts.
algorithm hits and two minute duets
feature on the top forty for a week
before fading out into obscurity.
cursed and worse news to tell Tchaikovsky.

art stands no chance at all.

speaking of: our next depressed story -
this time for Dostoevsky -
the true crime going unpunished
is that reading is yesterdays papers.
with regulations in place
for one hundred and forty character pieces
heads are as vacant as the libraries.
reality TV celebrities are the voices of a generation
more lost than Peter Pan's gang of merry-men
unwilling to take the dunce archers hat off
and put their thinking caps on 
after all. what could go wrong?

***

settling for a quick handjob
and skipping a threesome
is the new normal.

we have fallen so deep down the rabbit hole
through the screens of our mobile phones
that we have become immobile.
paralyzed by fear of face to face exchanges
and too damaged by anxiety disorders
to answer calls from unknown numbers
while posting naked photos
for complete strangers.

how bizarre
how bizarre.

****

blunt
direct
& 2 the point >

this poem is undeserving of a tree falling.

if you need a bible
book a night at the holiday inn.
if you're looking for god
try snapping him.

like sand through the hourglass
and the days of our lives
                                  this too will pass
& even though the grass may seem greener on the other side
as with the rest of our synthetic lives
it's plastic and lies..

~ no footnote this time ~