Every holiday snap
Is a slap
Right across your face,
Dear reader, watcher, liker,
Cos I’m the smug vacation maker
Whose wall you’ve reluctantly
Signed to yours.
And if you were here
I’d bore you to tears
But as you’re not
I’ll just smack you across the chops
With how lovely a time
I’m having
Under the smug sun
Next to the smug water
In the smug dream
That stinks
Of all the self importance
I could manageably conjure.
copyright 2016 Ben Truesdale & distilledvoice
In to the phone’s world
I look,
So varied
So shiny
So new.
In to this
I download my memory,
My images,
My thoughts.
And all the questions
I might ask myself,
Both profound
And mundane,
Away I merrily Google.
The world
In one way widened,
And yet
One way closed
As life shifts
Ever nearer,
Ever closer
To the outside mind
Of the irresistible cloud.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
It’s just the same as it always was
Except now
I can read your every unedited thought
And see
Your self image
So much more clearly.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
In our reality
Thoughts shape the space
Of our dream.
A news item,
A Facebook outrage,
A horror,
Flares like guilt in the brain
And an abdominal twist of pain.
These are the food of nightmares.
Are they facts?
Possibly,
Probably,
Perhaps not.
For all the circled world is but a myth
Of savoured and soured dreams,
Where truths
Are malleable
And thoughts are bent
And perception
Is first machined by bias,
Changed by the colour of memory.
Our facts
Are not the solid stones we think
But slippery fish
With faces in multitude.
Not facts at all
But tellings and stories,
Mixed fictions and truths,
Happenings and imaginings,
Wishes and fears both,
Reported as the proper news
But perhaps not news at all,
Just the incessant re-posting of a viral fantasy.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
From all the world out there
I come across you.
We meet
With perhaps a word
Or even just a look.
We join for but a moment
And receive our personal gift:
That others in the world
Might understand
And share our view in this.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
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