Separation anxiety,
my lifeline and me.
How can I be human
if I’m not tethered to
the screen? How can I be free
if it’s not sat right beside me,
flashing its updates
into my mind constantly?
Holding my hand in a vice grip
in case I let it slip.
How can I exist
if my connection drops,
and I’m scrabbling in the dirt
just trying to find it?
Separation anxiety.
The phone and me.
Me and the phone.
Always in each other's pockets
Always alone.
I can ignore the buzzing...
Right?
Not on your life.
It’s like a fly sticking its feet over
every inch of your life.
Spewing up its vomit,
so you can chow down on it.
What if I promise
to soak in the blue light
when I get home from town
in the middle of the night?
Time piece, mirror,
diary, calculator.
Life reduced to mindless data.
Paperless notepad.
Dictionary traitor,
health just
a sea of numbers
in Wi-Fi vapour.
Separation anxiety.
Scrolling through doom
like a stroll by the sea,
obscenities mixed
with someone
else’s memories.
How do we know
that we really exist?
When our friends
are a mimic of reality
twisted through filtered
stories
highlighting only happy days
to the backdrop
of a cropped photograph
filtered through
Some artificial haze.
Separation anxiety.
My social battery
almost at an all-time low,
but the one on my phone
is even lower
and its starting to slow.
I am starting to lose my grip.
and it’s starting to show.
I need to split,
leave a message after the tone.
Beeeeeeep
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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