Flicker and Buzz

We of this dull and prosperous society
Where organized money fills any gaps
Where any space between things
Has long ago been mortared and closed
Healing done on that which is not sick
We have little time to think on our sorrows
Or joys before the next of them come
Both parades of extremes
Spinning our heads and bodies
In constant motion
It is hard to recall
The world before this
With late night TV test patterns
Storefronts that dimmed for the night
Long distance plans and landlines
Letters and longhand writing
When space and time between things
Still existed and our minds could keep pace
With patterns presented before them
Now we flicker and buzz
Overloaded with mournful loss and hopeful possibilities
We never take form
Because there is no space between
That still remains
Nowhere to settle for a moment
To take our full forms once again

Gene G. McLaughlin 2015

Internet Hype Train

Internet hype train

Runs all night

Ignore any pain

Next new thing will get you right

Yelp it at 5 stars

So so good

Cell service is five bars

Instagram posts fast knock on wood!

Don’t stop to think

Engine don’t run on calm

Craft cocktails to drink

Handmade booze balm

Walk past the bathroom mirror

Glance, but don’t slow down

Hey did you hear her?

Next door is the hot place in town

Latest and greatest!

Wait what was that?

Latest and greatest!

Where you at?

Be there next

Leaving here quick

Got to stay in motion

Or I feel a little sick

Wake up tomorrow

Do it again

Don’t feel the sorrow

Ignore the shackles and chain

Gene G. McLaughlin 2015

Choose To Recluse

I’m tired

Of entertainments

I’m fatigued

By breaking news

I’m fragile

From pronouncements

Of what

I stand to loose

I choose

To recluse

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

I Feel Like Bartelby

I feel like Bartelby
The world swirls around me
Preferring not to
Yet doing so
Modernity is a hurricane
Not a gentle rain

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

Every Wart, Every Scar

Grew up feeling

The need to be redeemed

Spent years trying

Or so it seemed

To make it something

Of worth I deemed

For others judging

To hold me esteemed

After years of failing

The attempts I tried

Took to fleeing

To the shadows on the side

One day

The haze just broke

The illusion

Went up in smoke

We are redeemed

From the start

We let constructs

Tear us apart

You were born

Healthy and whole

So you stay

From young to old

Do not exist

To only achieve

Always resist

If they deceive

With tales of why

This is not enough

Or that you need

Garages full of stuff

All that you need

You already are

Every wart

Every scar

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013