Click on lives

Garden hose duct-taped to mouths full blast. So much, in so many ways. Always at our fingertips, in our pockets, on our skin, in our wallets and under our eyelids. More flavor, more access, more use, more input, more opinion, more friends than we really have. More beat and more chocolate than ever before. Our circles set us free while they entwine us in a tangle of our own reflection. We look good, but we feel bad. Scan it send it click it work it. Touch screen speed and mainstream greed and bits of the world that bring empty calories to our plate. Hate spills and eyes lock, children learn, we hate them for it. Days to come morphing grotesque, but still we pound the rocks.