Rubber rolling on smooth tarred gravel
Swerving around brake lights and threatening to rear-end
those within the limits
Pressuring pedals on yellow
Anticipating green
Searching for a short cut ‘round vertical corporate ladders
Grasping hand held devices designed to make communication
and knowledge consumption better
Hash tag trendsetter
Fingers tinkering on touchtone screens
reflexively stepping over exposed toes protruding from
leather worn down from year of struggling against unyielding sidewalks
head tucked in emailed memos
methodically ordering a caramel macchiato
Bagel…toasted
Blindly bopping back down inert streets
Death to the heart beat lying on the bleak concrete
Ipod buds stuffed in
The vigor of the world vanishes
Like sideline scenery, observed from a car window, speedometer
120
Flowers become scentless whirls of color
People mere specs of sound that hover above the whistle of
the wind
And life, nothing more than a passing moment.
©Brion Gill 2013
ReplyDeleteAh, but the thirst is strong for the technology? I definitely relate to that feeling that the rest of the world greys out when you plug your earphones in and roll. But I like my music so much better than strangers doe! How well do you strike a personal balance?
i dont listen to music outside really...its sorta strange to me, but i do bury my head in my phone from time to time.
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ReplyDeleteMuahahaaa now my color poem is an ekphrastic poem based on this one. Think that counts as two days? That should count as two days.