Side dish of Insta reel
Side dish of insta reels
That’s what poetry is degraded to
In a world carried away by drip feeds of dopamine
Gender sexual identity fluid
pierced tattooed cocooned in headphones
Curating an identity by what we consume
that mass produced inorganic things would speak for ourselves
Our sacred, beautiful, unrepeatable selves
And still longing, one day
true love will grace our anonymous existence
We entrust the romantic quest to the Almighty-rithm
Seven likes a day, a rose pops up on the screen
can numb yesterday's insult
of an unforeseen disappearance
An invitation to coffee, cutely signed off with an x
left answerless.
Started with a why-not, ran away with spinelessness
Keeps hurting, keeps searching
Our most sublime organ, the deepest glow of our life force
we shield them with mass manufactured sunglasses.
Love a negroni at a swanky bar
Let a one-time scuba dive suggest who we are.
Impress by guessing what impresses.
Layers of armour, impenetrable
even by ourselves
We’ll forget
how to express precise, tender emotions
in the timid nearing of two souls
the inaudible flutter of heart
the time before we learnt some rules to be cool
that romantic love was simply
a continual fascination for another wondrous human