wtf

in the tedium of this life of mime
you poise between pose and counterpose
swap talk for talk
ratchet

your micronarratives with massive tropes
you yeast the years
and mash your metaphors accordingly
once we could have issued memoranda to the periphery

but now what springs to thumb are
emojified declaratives
subducted conjunctions
you blast your sound bites

and bulldoze your corpse of texts to muddy life
so take me on a tour
of your thought passages under the square
your roof your grey suburban home one pixel in the portrait of your life down there