posts dripping

with attention.

pictures stripping

the posters’

of their shame:

devoid of any likeness to reality,

shameless expression

of ME MEMEME

MEM EMMEMEME

ME ME ME

ME memes

leads to a hidden door

opening to a wave of a lowest-frequency cry

for connection.

selflessness and good intentions all of a sudden adopt an online audience…

will they entertain to their new child’s Entertainment Tonight’s standards?

Or will they abandon themselves, (and their guest-judge-terror-child) for something greater than

virtual approval?

it’s like everyone’s a journalist now,

someone pointed out.

bloggers and cover-artists and pseudo-amateuric-artsy-pros and billion other etc.’s…

how did we get it so wrong to think

a Wi-Fi could win us something solidly non-virtual?

let me rip the cables and

bash in the screens

i want more than a wikipedia meaning of life

im dreaming of more than strife as we know it.

seeking online can only serve the soul so much…

i seek not just to express

nor express to impress

but to expressively impress upon your heart

questions and change…