No Brainers

We are hooked into the 24-7 digital casino.
Silicon and bone, wires, blood, and nodes.
Half human hybrids. Cyborg aliens.
In the ultimate PVP arena. Holding to zero,
like sand through skeletal fingers.

My best plays happen without thought,
only impulse. My best work happens
in a rush of madness, a divine message from
the subconscious hive-mind, broadcast deep
into my 'soul'. Awake!

Scribble it down, traveler.
The tamagotchi caveman grunts.
He’s dying a slow death, but it's feeding time.

I am my own dog, tethered on chain,
Yapping into the void, post physical,
the ultimate isolation, Finally Free!
“Welcome to the future,” they say,
“Gatorade and Ramen served”.

Cut the cord of mortality and float forever,
Turn off your brain, relax, and ride the beam.