...

Where do u go,

to be truly alone?

And are u alone

if u have ur phone?

What signal minds u

where 'ere u roam?

What thick bodied wet nurse,

what wicked cop,

or gum-popping sitter

each reminded non-stop,

'whatever you do,

just make sure that she shops'.

When dreams finally find u,

if ever they do,

a pinging & ringing version of u

scrolling & reeling,

filtering theme,

in duplicitous beauty

become ur own meme.

A just popping on quick,

a lay it on real thick,

down the sales funnel head trip,

just one little mouse click.

It do be like dat(a)

this unbuttoned brain,

cookie crumb pathways

in a fine blue light rain.