Hilltop Laptop Poem by David Lacey

In this world of mobile head f*cks,
Of midnight satellite beaming,
What space is left for dreaming?
Myspace? Yourspace?
Any time, any place.
Where is my face?
Who are these ghosts smiling at me through a portal lens?
Are they my friends?

I am left to wondering, left to kiss the invisible.
My fingers no longer dancing, trapped in a web of deviations.
Electric snake, electronic deceptions
Surfing isolation accompanied by a gesture remote.

I feel disconnected, more so with every tower erected in line of communication.
Always in hope I hold the world in my fingertips; I know not what to do with it.
More so and worse I am bored, bored with all dimensions.

Allow me my time within the screen
There I shall find the space to dream
There I shall be alone – Remote- In control.
There I shall be at home.

So leave me to my plastic throne here on hilltop high.
Leave me to my troubles, leave me to the sky.
And I ask only one thing of you, don’t try to ask me why,
Just leave me here to die, beneath silent satellite sky.

Copyright 2009 David Lacey