Not Even an Hour

A Poem

Dream of me as you do your android,
make me your machine in perpendicular
light, awash with nuts and screws
for another inkling.

Show me the destruction of man,
and I’ll show you the evolution of “How?”
Bring yourself to your shaky knees
for another bow.

Enlighten with the phosphorescent
need showing us direction of what
to do with our lives, our masochism
for another mind.

Dull your wits with your own brain,
before making insanity again.
Stumble with me in the cloud
of our weed, dreaming in front of the screen
for another life.

I never wanted to care for technology,
unless I was lost in the jungle
without GPS, or sitting in a hotel room
in a Mormon city. I’m sitting here with you
for another hour.

Still, you haven’t looked away from
your android, your all-seeing machine,
your guide in the night. What if
you could pretend I was as important
for not even an hour?

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