Artificial Light
Sailing along on edge
Convenience, forgotfulness
Wayward beliefs once simple
A world supposedly, not flat
Then, tell me...
Why are we falling
Bruised eyes, off peering
Life, living lies
In this thing called internet
Where is hope
Stretched out
In a few ample strokes
What are these answers
Like, Unlike
Are they not, or people
Our future screaming
But I can't hear it
What is it saying
Emotionless, eager, finger button beggar
Through every window out
Leering in petrified desire
For a moment just look away...
At a stack of books
In the corner decorate
Almost higher
Than a
Inch fifty LCD or Plasma
From this...
Are angry shadow ghosts
Childeren fading
Become plastic models
Lose or, die
But hey, It's not you, so it's okay
And anyway, it's in the public
Forum "Right?"
You know “Youtube”
Facebook, Twitter minutes to fame
Let's just roll ourselves upward
Into a corpse of glamour
Turn up the music
Ever louder
Drown out the evil voices
Dancing naked risque
Sailing off this edge is floating
Within the numb
Bombarded to swallow it all
Red or blue rainbows upon our tongues
A bitter world of pill
Worshiping the drug
Or be bulimic
Pretend to have faith
Purge at end of day
Whisper “I'm sorry” forgiveness
Pray, while continue falling
Dream comforts night
Then, begin a morning
Off alarms
On Pods,Pads and back
To artificial light
One last question
Do you think from where Steve Jobs is at
That he truly cares...
About the newest Apple app
Or does he laugh
Knowing only we can create
The world which surrounds us
Be it round or be it flat
And still it keeps spinning
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2012
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