Least Read Poems About Technology

Burst of creativity

Catch it it runs fast

Before you know

It goes in a moment of distraction

Before you know burst of creativity is gone

And you scream and look at your phone

Should’ve wrote this down for my history

Hovers just above your thoughts

When it comes down have to figure it out

Old school pen but digital paper I shudder

To think what I’ll do if IPhone notes and

Voice memos disappear in the cloud

Bourbon has me floating
with zero gravity.
A main course of hazardous,
that doesn’t have to be.

This mad vulture plucking
meat by facsimile.
Fattened by the plagues
that he digests digitally.

Cumming zeros and ones on the
breasts of technology.
While plunging balls deep into
the death of humanity.

A whole life lived that can die
with the pull of a plug.
All the while reality tossed
under the rug.

At least the alcohol I’m
drinking is real.
Outside the grasp of
an electronic...