Poem - MAG Poetry Prize 2011
Chronically connected and severely distracted
by
Budapest, Hungary
I open the blinds and see the world; in turn, what
does
the world see? It sees me and all my splendid, split
personalities,
living these amazing times of amazing
pleasures,
in which we tweet tweets and post posts re
ego-trips
and copyrighted links, videos, and things; and,
as
stray dogs, we ramble randomly and all the time,
while
living in our infinite worlds, of infinite lanes, till
infinity; yet
we suffer so much pain.
Our
Shih Tzus take us on extended walks, firmly leashed
to
Koss plugs, as we drone cool tunes on multihued
iPods,
iPhones buzzing ringtones of tittering babies,
stolid
kings, and hyperactive frogs, which would all make
my
eighty-six year old dad want to gag; we fly
ultralight
megaplanes at the sonic sound of speed,
through
virtual and real space, connecting dots at low-
cost
prices, while we belt-up, gear-up, gulp Gaga and
gorge
heat-inducted meals of deer, horse, and over-
promoted
crap; and then, wow! surprisingly, we are all
so
unsatisfied.
We
consciously all move in together and shag on end,
like
statistical sheep, pre-married, unloving, and broken
up,
and justify it all, to ourselves, with our fully
stretched,
spandex morality, over low-carb
brunches
@Starbucks,
two 13” screens of separation; we paint
pornographic
images of virgins, all called Mary, in the
name
of art, and, white-clad, fuck babes and altar boys,
and
penetrate each other, first with our fingers, deeply,
then
superficially, without even wondering, for a
zeptosecond,
why we can’t stand one another any
longer.
We
crank up dependencies, like high street mainliners,
shamming
and slaughtering for neurotoxic fixes of
smileys
and Crystal on billion-dollar Kogo yachts, while
we
all just pedal on, dispassionately, down and over
interior
canals, to the core of our hocked, abbrev lives,
chronically
connected and severely distracted, in
aromatic
polymer bubbles, heedlessly cruising through
comic-strip
farms of mock vegetables, surely to nowhere
and
towards no one; and quite frankly,
the world laughs
at all this, and sobs, and so do I.
Added: 30.04.2011
04.05.2011
Mass of exotic language, but needs thinning.
05.05.2011
I enjoyed this, it's kind of infuriating like a nausea of being switched on and unable to switch yourself off, and it ends suitably abruptly