facebook

at night the profiles become like channels
that conservative cousin who's rants both infuriate and amuse
your long lost childhood friend and her happy family
best friends and bright acquaintances
all flip past in quick succession
their lives devoured in snippets

loyal ties are but gossamer threads
cut quickly at the first sign of true emotion
conversations swim in the shallow water
where the strong tides of opinion
lap listlessly on the shore

this false connection is all static
inept rage unable to connect
trading punches  and jabbing with sharp elbows
marshaling armies of likes
a meadow of thumbflowers on the fields of mars