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The inhuman toadie, that does not have your voice?
You want me to call you, I have made a choice.
To listen to Mr. Techno Man, for me is a total crucifixion.
Hearing the same inhuman male across the USA, shows
our disrespect for others as pieces of pulp fiction.
Even dogs have different barks, and I do prefer them
or the true silence of a natural park.
So, the phone is a dead issue for me.
It's the Covid of the year, for this member of society.
Texts, too~are a deep sword in my soul.
They seem to rejoice, in telling me where to go!
Technology replaced humans so long ago.
They can even create poetry or didn't you know?
We don't have to fret and weep over elephants dying.
The human race is already killing itself off, and I am one
who, in virtual reality, is most assuredly dying!
I need not fear dying, I am already there.
That obnoxious answering machine is an avoidance lair.
That empty, lonely feeling of being insignificant and worse,
unloved.
Please put your own voice on a real answering machine.
Pressing buttons is a nightmare and for telephons companies,
a huge money making scheme!
10-26-2029
Poem# 1
Ugh, Why Must The Missus Vacuum At The Crack Of Dawn?
(circa: early December 27, 2018 morning)
There appears to be a
virulent (possibly deadly) strain
of housekeeping virus
Hoover ring in the air
asymptomatic tentatively linked to rein
deer droppings (micro-organisms) blare
ring and trumpeting beyond
the threshold to humans, though plain
lee send audible wavelengths
to symbiotic species clear
as a bell, which organisms don
nano size MAGA hats, and main
lee set up shop in carpet threads,
and chiefly thrive on deer
pellets, where one bee bee
gun size bullet serves long lane
of critters unseen can easily
make headway into ear,
eyes, nose, et cetera other
orifices, and Kane
inject unsuspecting vacuum sealed
byproduct to forswear
unsightly piles of dirt, debris,
dust bunnies, which Jain
Dharma would find
appalling horrifically glare
ring at desecrating supposed germ
carrying pests calling utterly inane,
the constant effort
to keep house beautiful heir
ruled ding disinfectant resistant,
whether mite tee Germaine,
or itty bitty teensy weensy siblings
many named Oh Fair
Roe One Wade for me, nonetheless seek
out porous fleshy terrain
allowing, enabling and providing
pinhead size portal
i.e. vector to engineer
transmitting a fast
acting alien entity
without any explain
nation, an immediate urge to spruce up
the place applying interlinear
trigonometry (of course adhering to
Feng Shui when rearranging), without drain
ning, lessening, zapping,
et cetera, but meer
really loose sing a whirling dervish
(mini tornado) fiercely
finding the spouse on feverish spree
to clean entire apartment chain!
.
When I wuz little
Kidz in school would say
i wuz ugh uh we
my teeph were straight
hair alwayz dude
i were
fashion forward
chicks in the neighborhood
yup
dug me
Three uv them work for
Me
their name tagz read
'ugh'
and 'uh'
and also 'we'
there'z a staff portrait in the
vestibule
after 13 yearz
they still haven't got it
I told them the letterz
were their
staff classification
,)
*y'all know I set that up ;)
Nothing annoying is going to bother me today.
It is the perfect weather, the sun is shining.
The cardinals are trilling, the violets are waving.
I'm ready to embark on my four hour trip.
Uh-oh. Three lines of cars are stopped.
A blinking sign says delays.
Okay. I can handle this. No problem.
New blinking sign; it says lane closures.
I feel a little bit irritated when I drive over six orange cones.
I am waiting now for the world's slowest pouring cement mixer.
I try not to take my eyes off the road as I watch it pour the slow moving stuff.
An overweight flag man attempts to stop me.
This infuriates me. I drive around him and go faster.
I see a sign that says ten thousand dollar fine for speeding in a work zone.
Highway patrolmen are chasing me now.
Road construction. I hate it so!
Worst dream ever
Free verse is a form
i am a form to be dealt with
day in and day out
my form is sometimes here and i can smile and hope
but then my form turns and i stare and see nothing
a phone call a visitor will force me to look too
my form is left behind for awhile
I sit at my desk and focus on my work, this is my form surviving i am here
one bad critic shakes me out of my trance
i feel defeated once more, i say to myself this too shall pass i can go there
Some days i'm good some days i'm not so good
i free verse to release a bit of this this I cannot name
i only know that sometimes i am here and most days i am there
my body reminds me i am here
it begs for food
it churns for water
spirit wants to enjoy the cool air at sunrise and sunset
when i'm there i ignore my wants
weakness in the soul keeps me there...