Complaint about Life 2

Complaining about Life 2

Complaining
about life
is as easy
as toe stubbing
disappointments
that seem
to follow us
from moment
to moment,

our sensing
that
they are following
in front
of us.

We can face
the undertows
of life
second
by second
like pinballs
on a glass floor,
or glacier-take it
with bouts
of as much
mindlessness
as can
possibly be
amassed
to deflect,
deny,
and seal up
the darkest sides
of ourselves.

When
we get
socially paranoid,
we often deploy
a cluster bomb
of defenses,
enough
to throw
a bloodhound off,
but then FIDO-AI,  
comes in
with the multi-phase
dimensionaclitor,
using
computer-enhanced
cybordogs. BATDOG.

And they
can detect layers
of emotional sensitivity
so deep
that they can subdivide
the layers
by time
and psychopathology.

Or some
other
once unlikely
reality
real.