My body follows my life like one big misstep
misstep physically and fall on my hip
Literally act out my psychological ailments
Overstretch my foot so much, it hurts I can’t walk
I lie on my ass, sit around and talk
On the phone – balk
at all the empty phone talk
makes me feel dead instead of alive
Words are my bedrock, my life
Numerous iPhone chats,
Facetimes,
leaves me unsatisfied
No human caress causes distress,
loss of eye contact, response is less
No touch,
No hugs, nor kisses, just guesses of what we’re doing here
Most of what we humans discuss
Encompass the squareness of our universe
Inspire, aspire to learn a new word today
To describe what I’d rather do
The new word is eumoirous,
Someone who is lucky and happy as a result of being good
Unfortunately goodness doesn’t assure luckiness though I wish it did,
can’t do anything without you
Talking is so boring when you can find something to do
We wouldn’t miss nary a thing if we didn’t spend so much time
Chatting about useless things
When we spend our energy talking – we prevent our doing –
Get stuck, life is a trap of especially
Unimportant time spent on inconsequential things
TV, radio,
Talk is cheap
Phone talk is contrived, minimizes
Items in our daily life
Has nothing to do with anything
If anything, assists with our living less
Not more, I confess, my life’s a big mess
Prefer to focus on doing more not less
Observe, obsess, process and reassess
Fantastic poem. My life has lots of mess too. Lots.
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