saranyan bee

Modern Science - Poem by saranyan bee

Modern science
in the end -
fixes solution
to my anxiety

- of wanting to talk to myself,
like an integrated circuit
in unmanned station

- on the roads, in the parks,
travelling up escalator malls,
at zebra crossings,
in public urinals

where you pee, watching through
peep-hole ventilators,
pigeons shitting
on pile of uncrushed sugarcane,

- talking to yourself
isn’t such a bad thing
like other things
you deploy on yourself,

- a fine hobby like loose threads,
wicks firing up
un-purposed mockery
on practitioners,

until this gadget called cell phone
whose wire, plugs
your faculties
like a rainbow blessing

and lend
to sound gregarious
and be with yourself.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 17, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 17, 2011

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