Shin Kicks
Our days are so volatile
with the maelstrom that
propagates our feeds
and destroys our brains
while the sun is shining
and the rain is raining
and we can’t see either
Group Text
But distance strings us out on the
end of what used to be a corded
phone line, and we react when pinged
to the evermore of each person’s
discombobulated happenstance
Pounding Salt
It knows more than us,
but is still artificial
and anonymous
If we allow it to
be autonomous
we will be left
pounding salt