Apr 2016
(NaPoWriMo Challenge: April 6, 2016)
The not-smell of pop fiz on ice
stimulating the hairs in the nose,
caffeine coolness so far down a throat
it touches the brain, frees the sinus
in a chemo-corporate embrace.
The soda jerks are calling for shares
of my stomach, even the crenelated
linings, even the misled calorie,
even the sorrowful marrow of the bone.
Consider the mitochondrial malaise of this,
the very ******-pathological thirst
that kills what we need.
The not-smell of pop fiz on ice
stimulating the hairs in the nose,
caffeine coolness so far down a throat
it touches the brain, frees the sinus
in a chemo-corporate embrace.
The soda jerks are calling for shares
of my stomach, even the crenelated
linings, even the misled calorie,
even the sorrowful marrow of the bone.
Consider the mitochondrial malaise of this,
the very ******-pathological thirst
that kills what we need.
Yesterday I came across a great article called "Instagram and the Cult of the Attention Web: How the Free Internet is Eating Itself" (https://medium.com/re-write/instagram-and-the-cult-of-the-attention-web-how-the-free-internet-is-eating-itself-909b5713055e#.yyq1037l6) about the Internet's increasing dependency on our attention and how Coca Cola is literally talking about shares of stomachs.
