The Smartphone I Can'T Use Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Not in vibrational sync with anything, order
as chronology is gone, cannot access my own
mind, cannot convey how I feel, drifting away
on a cloud of insanity, brimming with feelings
but communication between emotion and thought
has stopped, only impatience, frustration and
irritation with a consciousness folded in on itself
is left, I talk and talk saying nothing

Trying to express nebulous feelings in symbols
failing all the time, my brain is dead, all circuits
closed, only the reptilian brain stem keeps me
alive instinctively, the rational part is just as
inaccessible as the Smartphone I can't use
because my hands receive no commands from
my head; the crocodile inside does not approve
of technology, I can't escape from my body

To dream of a place where my mind is alive…