The Feed

The Feed
by sandra begotka
Here I find myself
Cast into this dimension
or is it dementia?
I digress,
Here I was….I am here
Like it
or
NOT?
In a swirling whirly dirl
Of input.
Input Input Input
A buzz, awash,
Swimming like drunken fish
With all the other cast-a-ways
Human vessels launched like ships
into this sea of shit.
The Great Feed.
Passing through wires and air and mouths.
Frequency of frequent overloads
too much
Information and lies
My brain is ringing
Turn the ringer off….leave a message after the beep
I’ll get back to you
ASATSHTF
(as soon as the shit hits the fan)
I’m out of the office
At the trough of numbness,
Munching on episodes of Beevis and Butthead
Watching bandana clad people eating rice on Survivor.
So shut up and stop telling me the sky is falling.
I don’t have time for real reality.
MTV Cribs is on.
Anderson Cooper and Alex Jones can go trip the light fandango
SOMEWHERE ELSE.
Maybe with Hitler,
I hear he lives in Florida
His chatroom handle is Swash Tic Tac Toe.
I’m diabetic to the fluorinated mind candy.
I only swallow violet pills incrementally.
I prefer to inhale my radionuclides
While listening to whale songs
Partaking of Mr. Bubble in the tub
and forming theories of my own
Misconbobulations.
Ahoy you pirate rebels-
I’ve left the ladder low
Dipping just so…
Into the stream of the Feed.
You can climb right up
Have some original thinking moonshine.
But I’m warning you…
Stopping the feed cold turkey
Can make you individual.
Standing on the shore,
Watching the fish swim by
Caught up in the bass ackwards current,
Going upstream
Against the truth.