Bomb Your Phone

 

Bomb, 

blitz, 

bonfire your phone. 

Your $1500 phone you use

every damn day. 

(I use android myself,

I am not fancy. I call

my work and my spouse

and get text messages to confirm

my bills are paid.)

Are you relinquishing 

a consumer good

to signify 

a cultural bad--the desire to 

make whole companies perform

"Free speech" to suit Some one's ideology

instead of making a rational decision

re: the free market? 

How not conservative and specifically weird. 

Are you signifying you might surrender

the specific cultural good in your hand that you paid for because you are

a fucking schmuck who doesn't know

how the first amendment or 

the free market

anything else works, and 

lie in your teeth for clicks and likes? 

I think you should bomb your phone from space

to never Tweet again., being

bad at Twitter, history, the understanding of the moment. 

And also Tom Wolfe is overrated and that movie kinda sucked. 

Tears

 The burning tears of my anger

no longer flow,

but become steam

straight from my eyes.

They propel an engine 

of motion

so bespoke

no other fuel would do,

which moves as my 

emotion 

sometimes bids me to.

The Black Dog of It

 You must hate your life 

Rilke said--and it's true,

I do.

I would pull myself up by my roots

if I had to

and I have no one but me to be

bad to.

Sometimes.

The fury I feel 

is fear: 

a fire trying to make a light

to ward off the dark,

but any random spark

can set ablaze all I hold dear.

I see my black dog and pet him

even knowing he bites.

Both for love, and spite.