The Digital World Skinner Box

The digital world Skinner box

Tightly closely in

In moments of clarity we take stock

Of where we are, but have not been

The time Twitters away

Which causes true dialogues decay

There is little left to say

That doesn’t sound like cliché

Step up away from the digital

Step into the physical aspect of today

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

What Is Regretted

What is regretted

Should be grasped

And forgotten

Good life is abetted

By short memory

Of mistakes begotten


Leads to


Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

Family Polaroid Pictures

Family Polaroid pictures

From the late 1970’s

Always seem to be imbued

With a sadness

Of all the plans

That didn’t come true

In the years before

But seemed possible

For a time

Dreams are never lost completely

Just frozen in chemicals

In a small white framed square

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014


Each human

Is a decaying civilization

Forgetting things they once knew

Knowledge displaced, replaced

Or misplaced

Lessons once held tight

Considered learned

Now faded

Absorbed into the organic ruins


The civilizations

Grandest city

In crumbles

Moss covered

Flickering in the air

Much like dust

There is a once great plaza

That is now only visited

By pigeons and those who haven’t


The once shining marble

Fountains of fresh water

And vibrant bustle


With little to hold back

The ravages of




And whatever else

It is best to enjoy the sun

Birds singing

Smells of the season

Cherishing the brightest memories

Past summers have provided

Greed never

Served your cities well

It is endless

And in the end

Does not complete the circle

Mindfulness and presence

Were always your cultures

Finest elements

Those that could persevere

Until something is built

On the newly discovered ruins

Gene McLaughlin 2014

June Summer Night Sounds

Singing birds &

A musical ice cream truck

Sound like they’re conversing

On a warm summer night

Discussing the events of the day

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014