I’m thinking of giving up the writing, actually. I’m thinking of giving up my job and devoting my life to social media, well, Twitter and Facebook really, maybe MeWe too, so that I can do it justice, so that I can try to become a good person, and a good friend, and be a good netizen, to be part of the community so that I can do good, and help and support people. I think I would find that really satisfying, and that’s what I want to do, really. So I might give up my physical presence, my body, my skin, the weight of my bones, my hunger, my . . . you know . . . my . . . physical needs, and just become an essence, a digital essence. It will still be me, but I won’t be a burden on anyone any more. I won’t be a consumer, and I won’t be using up fossil fuels. No more waste, no more hair, no more fingernails. Instead, I’ll be integrated into the system but I’ll be full time, full on. I won’t have to worry about getting old, or recharging my batteries. Yes, I might do it. Then it will be possible for me to be truly happy.
becoming a shaft of light . . . tumbling numbers
*Sources for found poems in this issue, in order of appearance: Dipole Moments: Their Measurement and Application in Chemistry by R.J.W Le Fevre, Methuen & Co. Ltd., Third Edition (1953); The Lightning Discharge by Martin A. Uman, Academic Press, Inc. (1987); Our Choice by Al Gore, Rodale Books (2009) and Sensation & Perception by Jeremy M. Wolfe, Keith R. Kluender, Dennis M. Levi, Linda M. Bartoshuk, Rachel S. Herz, Roberta L. Klatzky, Susan J. Lederman, Daniel M Merfield, Sinauer Associates, Inc., Fourth Edition (2015); Negotiate my Boundary! by Aljosa Dekleva, Manuela Gatto, Tina Gregoric, Robert Sedlak, Vasili Stroumpakos, Birkhauser (2006); Surface Phenomena by S. Ramachandra Rao, Hutchinson Educational Ltd (1972).
this guy walks along the street grinning and talking to himself with fire in his eyes and wires coming out of his ears in the old days we would have burned him at the stake before lunchtime crackling flesh the sound of rushing water in the old days we would have pushed him under the wheels of an Uber everyone wins my reflection in his shiny shoes in the old days we would have thrown him off the top of a tower block and filmed it and put it on YouTube one camera at the top one at the bottom young century new wrinkles new laugh lines
writes poetry and prose. His recent work can be found in The Mamba, Haibun Today, Prune Juice and Twist in Time. He was proud to be included in the anthology Poems for the NHS (Onslaught Press, 2018) and to have read at its launch.