My God speed typing
will be the death of me.
I send a thoughtful note
then stress when I see
no reply but all their likes
dripping down my feed.
Message ’Seen at 07:30’
setting off my greed.
RIP long form communication.
Congratulations brevity.
You’ve turned a sentence
into five individual beeps.
We’re hooked on return keys
and never ending threads.
I one to one with my mass
before I enter and leave bed.
Tapping out opinion and
pushing around noise,
blasting my notifications
I then post and enjoy.
It’s a two way street
I only want one way.
Hypocritical patterns
catalogue my every day.
Amongst the constant chat
a surprise album drops.
Everyone’s messaging
‘Have you got? Have you got?’
But it’s an exclusive
to one particular site.
I sit and reminisce on
artists’ music taking flight.
Income the 9 star reviews
quicker than a full listen takes.
My company’s attention
is usually half faked.
I talk and share my soul
as they stare into their palm.
No defence can convince me
that’s not doing us harm.
Let your mind itch its way
through five minutes logged off
to explore our head space
from below to above.
I’d not have the love of my life,
job, or outlook without tech
but for the love of nature
let’s keep it in check.