A Better Me
A remembered vibration
Modern echolocation.
My own find my phone
of a distorted ringtone.
Summoned by a notification,
of a perfect stranger's celebration.
I take a picture, show off a smile,
post it and pretend that's me for a while.
Without any dishonesty,
I think, "That's a better me."
The one in my handheld,
where all ideals are upheld.
Where I choose the actions,
and senseless distractions.
Idle time cannot chew me,
when my phone does its duty.
My constant companion,
the anti-social champion.
For my self floats out there,
Blissfully unaware.
Of the truths of identiy,
The smells, the reality.
Embodied existence no problem,
I hold my surrogate, my modem.
My useful addiction walks always with me,
What I live it lives. What I see, it sees.
It has become an extension,
my best tool of impression.