Slaves to the Screen

Slaves to the screen

Eyes down, glazed, vacant, staring, empty

Shuffling zombies

No spatial awareness

Drowning in data

Sound bytes, quick and light

The shorter the better

Sleeping with their special drugs

Making love to their apps

French-kissing their selfies

Brains stuffed with nutrient-void information

How many likes?

How many comments?

How many notifications?

Hyper-stimulated kids

Young minds hooked on that hypnotizing glow

Apple doesn't fall far from its corporate tree

In one ear, out the other

I long to shove real books down their throats

Add a little fiber to their diets

But I am not without guilt

I too am tempted by the Apple

It offers so many juicy delights

The poison is gradual, sneaky, insidious

A text here

A swipe there

A few choices bits of today's gossip

Ears stuffed with wads of wire and plastic

Are we capturing the moment or missing it?

What's the catch?

What's the price?

Fragmented focus

Stunted conversations

Tranquilized toddlers

Selective blindness

Never enough to tame our bloated appetites

Never enough to satisfy our egos

Never enough to get us to the top

But we'll keep biting as long as the hook is there

Eternal optimists

Or should I say tech-optimists?

Make new words, why the hell not?

Do it before the phones do it for us

Be a rebel

Be a dreamer

Be a visionary

Books are sexy

Pencils seductive

Conversations titilating

We see more

But understand less

Hear more

Listen to less

There is so much we miss

We must be careful

Lest we fall through the greasy black looking glass and never return