tHe aGe of aDDicTion
Love me?
Love me not?
Let me count the ways.
Followers, friends,
The thrill of new.
The agony of loss.
Furtive glance down,
a touch, just be sure,
yes, still there.
Gambler’s tells,
of the urgency,
the need.
Desperation in the swipe,
scanning for updates.
All thumbs takes on new meaning.
Each text a cry out,
from seekers,
lost in the maze of connection.
Each an ear affixed
to the tower of babble
beaming out.
Messages from the age of addiction.
