I freely admit that I want to be seen
as a man of conviction,
engagement, and of firm opinion
when I lead my online life.
A man who can edit himself
and is sentient-online at least,
still I fall prey all too easily
into the sin of boredom.
The news events depicted on the screen
become as transient as the screen itself,
the events portrayed hold all the traction
over my attention span
of clouds scudding by in a cheerful sky.
That is when I ask 'What is next?'.
That is when I am most tempted
by the detached repetitions
of online porn, whether filmed
or in written form.
It rarely arouses me;
I have seen it all before.
The same roles with different actors,
all of them filmed at the same age,
the age when they are sexually attractive.
That is when I think
'Is there some washing up I should do?
Is there something to do in the garden?
If only the landline phone would ring
-even if the caller is cold,
or a scammer using an automated voice,'.
I walk away from the screen
to face again the agenda
of how to live well alone
in my surplus of material comfort.
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