Cigarette Poem #25
We speak in #hashtags,
I speak in parables,
You speak all the words I never want to hear.
I zone out.
Transition my thoughts to #hashtags.
Every bit of information collectively at once.
She speaks in timeframes.
Ticks of the clock separated by light years.
I travel the distance to gather every word.
The universe grows old with me,
But you never seem to age.
I count a thousand suns in orbit when you’re nearby,
But the world is pitch black when you’re gone again.
I fake your presence with LED sunlight,
Surrounded with #hashtags.
You ignore the World Wide Web like it’s a mortal sin.
I grow old apart from you,
But humanity just seems to grow younger.
I feel alone between the rambling text
And thoughtless memes.
I feel politicized, polarized, racialized and forgotten.
Something needs to stand out
In a world of black and white.
I’d rather pull the chargers from the walls,
Delete every trace of digital identity,
And exist in only your electric light until we both run low,
But alas I’ve no options in this low attention world.
We die together or become another #.
