{ok.
if there is one poem you call me hipster for,
you have my permission on this one.
but only on this one.
and maybe
"24 Hours" -
but that's it.
I couldn't sleep,
and I was annoyed.
the following was the result
and was typed onto
my phone -
no ink spills.
C}
Mechanical Ocean
Waves of cars and
roars of drunken skirts and shirts
rolling by
with the
siren and street lights
across my ceiling -
the new moon
to ponder its meaning
by the
cold cell waking me like the
cold wind:
warm glow of the screen
scorching like the
eternal sun -
no sleep.
Distractions from wanting
to ever
wonder at the ocean...
drowning in the sea
of technology
and me.
