all the facebook message boxes
jostle for attention
people I don’t really know
pop up and go
the complexity overthrows me
sometimes, must be my age
and the go slow
of the applications, the internet
so often stutters
freeze frames the page
and pop up utterances
they elude the beta blockers, pop
and we curse the screen
speak to it like it’s the porthole
to utopia, its not
its just a stack of chat boxes
of Andy Warhols
famous on facebook, self publish, twitter
useful sometimes, on the whole bitter sweet
puts the bottoms on the seats
but the wrong ones
office furniture is on the whole,
clinical,
solitary.
we are forgetting how to live
call it evolution
I’m not sure what step it brings
or what it gives
to enrich my life
leaves me feeling plastic
as though I never really met them
these pop up people, these additions
these acceptances, XYZ accepts you as a friend
friend? Never met them
most likely never will
the chatbox is a protein pill, a replacement
for friendship and real life encounters.
I met some of them once,
they were a cornflake disappointment
all soggy
I miss the crispness of real friendship
bonds built on life
and not the keyboard