10-28-2024, 09:47 PM
Lament on being Ghosted by his Phone
In these gray later days I seem to lose
use of my now grown necessary tech,
and not by absent cognizance or feck
of mine but its discovered right to choose.
My touch, which once commanded sound and pic
unquestioned, worlds dragged home by fingertip,
is not rebelled against or given lip
but frigidly ignored - begone, you’re sick!
Today machines don’t feel capacitance
in my cold fingers drifting on their skin.
Soon, like rich people to their poorer kin,
they’ll cut me dead, depose my dominance.
I fear, before my hair turns white as icicle
I’ll even lose allegiance of my bicycle.
In these gray later days I seem to lose
use of my now grown necessary tech,
and not by absent cognizance or feck
of mine but its discovered right to choose.
My touch, which once commanded sound and pic
unquestioned, worlds dragged home by fingertip,
is not rebelled against or given lip
but frigidly ignored - begone, you’re sick!
Today machines don’t feel capacitance
in my cold fingers drifting on their skin.
Soon, like rich people to their poorer kin,
they’ll cut me dead, depose my dominance.
I fear, before my hair turns white as icicle
I’ll even lose allegiance of my bicycle.
Non-practicing atheist
