Digital Mountain

Digital Mountain

Rats dot your hearth

Thirty year thick paint

Ringed like old oak

Steel worms thunder below

Cavernous track woven by ghosts

Mosaic’s entombed on iron intestine walls

A shining hydra never sleeping

Mountains with 10 million eyes

No one watches

Too many creatures scurry the plain

Too little time to pry

Cloaked in plastic pushing their life along

Wrapped in designer, gaze averted

No one dare lock eyes

New age animals gather at the foot

Family lies under the Digital Mountain

Advice

“How about you get a job?”

“How about you experience life?”

“How bout you take it easy?”

“Hows ‘bout you work for somethin’ once in your life?”

“Take it slow, don’t rush things”

“Try living in the moment”

“What if you cut that?”

“Turn it up, you’re making sense”

“Keep going!”

“Maybe other fields are better fit for you”

“How bout you turn the computer off for me”

“Coughing only gets you higher, just cough through it”

“Cook on a lower temp, your eggs will be better”

“Best not to think about it”

Chin up kid.

Shrimpin’

Shrimps are pink

Shrimps are brown

Shrimps are translucent

Shrimps are big

Shrimps are small

Shrimps curve in a C shape

Shrimps snap

Shrimps have big eyes

Shrimps are glued to their phone

Shrimps are consumed by their algorithm

Shrimps travel in huge colonies

Shrimps love the ocean

Shrimps love to relive when they were at the ocean

Shrimps love nostalgia

Shrimps are stuck in the past

Shrimps are unaware of the big fish

Shrimps wonder if aliens are real

Shrimp’s government declassifies aliens (again)

Shrimps don’t care they’re onto the next headline

Shrimps are very intrigued by the new home

Shrimps now live in damp meaty spaces

Shrimps now live in long meaty tunnels

Shrimps now live in acid baths

Shrimpin’

Nostalgia

Do not recite the past to me

Not from disdain, nay

I do not have the charity for any more tears

I fear I have dried up

Shriveled fruit ripe with mold

I watched it rot

For I wanted to treasure what I saw

What I tasted

Rolled between my fingers

Aromas drawn in

I saved them until they soured

I cannot look back

For I have not the charity for Nostalgia