The Social Network (revised)

It rummages through the turbulent air

Manages to resist you, locate the deepest part of you

A cannibal salmon spirit that settles like

The claws and laws of gravity

And consumes rapturously with its monstrous mouth,

Sucking out the juice of your heart, unleashing

A river of untrammelled desires

That seeps through your sweaty fingers

And floods the keyboard with vernacular vomit

The flash of a blinking screen blabs and bleeds

Under your pulsing left eyelid

.

Refresh. A tiny red box. A number.

Your digitized body ripples wirelessly across distance

The zapping neurons in your brain dance like heated popcorn

A fidgety monster tugging at the strings of your being

A delicious wound gushing out sweet blood that refuses to heal

Telling you to stab the clock in the face

.

Your soul is here, on The Wall

Trapped inside a white rectangular box

Pinned down with dates and names

Tags and Likes and status updates

Willingly, or perhaps, unknowingly,

You are tumbling, tumbling

Down

Into that sleepless navy blue.

.

This is when your voice is heard.

This is where your life begins.

This is who you are.

.

By K.T.

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One comment

  1. slpmartin · March 23, 2011

    Oh…how I hope that my life is not reduced to such an electronic wasteland. 🙂

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