One Bar Left: A Bop Poem

Cyber metronome shakes, a finger taps

algorithmic strata of the friendliest status.

Self always present yet presently unaware

immortal Apples rot amidst silicon ooze

unconscious currents fail to connect

hair edged by ring of manufactured chimes.

 

We watched the end of the century

Compressed on a tiny screen

 

Ephemeral bliss constructed by agents of

soma delusions, how can we relate

in this dense microcosm of monitored Real?

Boom baby echoed out of a distilled womb

cradled by undone egos colliding in envy,

appetites savagely bite at air filled smog

desensitized by stimuli, searching for a

connection as red lights fade to black.

 

We watched the end of the century

Compressed on a tiny screen

 

Wider, leaner, sleeker, make it silver or

rose gold. Push to notify, push to buy an

opulence charged aorta that beats to the

sound of 5pm jingles just before dinner.

Outside: metamorphic hum abounds,

leaves transition on branches, then fall.

 

We watched the end of the century

Compressed on a tiny screen

 

 

(Refrain lyrics from “Deep Blue” by Sarah Neufeld, Richard Reed Parry, Jeremy Gara, Win Butler, Will Butler, Régine Chassagne & Tim Kingsbury, 2010)

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