All you selfish pricks
With your selfie clicks
And your likes and likes
Without even a thought
To enlist or even
Evolve past your
Self-interest or
Even dislike or
Discuss the currency
Of your lust
Nor the dust that’s settled
On your real life
So uptight but so
Loose and lovely
In the light from the screen
I scream into micro-
phones but no one
listens
I tap and prod
And I peak and poke
But the letters like spokes
In a wheel are broke
And ain’t nobody no-
body gonna fix ‘em
when you’re a nobody
no body—
and the elixir to this
mix is I know I
do it all too—I am
become death
destroyer of illusions
utilized to replace
my delusions which
have dissipated over
the years spent
guarded from the
bombardment of images
barreling towards me
like headlights on the highway
And there are times
when I do feel connected
to the power source
when deliberate accidents
happen and I use
the illusions to manifest
real life
spirit clicks
More than toe
jobs or ankle licks—
a desperate yearning
for the ultimate fix
(photograph by Barron Claiborne)
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