We never look up anymore…

i.

Don’t be fooled
by the cul de sac
the gingerbreading
the German engineering

you can’t see into empty
corners from manicured
lawns, intricate patterns
cobwebs on ceilings
closets bursting

discarded hopes, cluttered
basement memories
undisturbed dreams stashed
in attic floorboards, insulated,
keeping you warm

enough
to forget.

ii.

Reality streams
on second screens,
on-demand
on second thought…

it’s all slipping through
our fingers

our demands petty,
short-sighted, contradictory
there are no secrets
in the archives,
only the stories

we memorize
will be remembered.

We never look up anymore,
too busy amusing ourselves
to death.

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Guy LeCharles Gonzalez

As in guillotine. Old/new media pragmatist. Sometimes loud, one-time poet, still opinionated. Reading, writing, running, gaming, soccer, beer.

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