as we run over the limits
of speed and slumber
where technology beats tradition
hands down
and free....
eyes-stuck...
heads-bowed.....ears-plugged,
fingers walking over screens
and oceans
between heartbeats

tweets stomping like clydesdales
over tradition,
kicking phone booths, kiosks
and cubicles
to the curb
with todays news prints
rendered extinct by noon
yesterday

if you paused...

for the cause
of a caffeine boost
or to order chinese take-out,
you missed 10,000 updates

and between styrofoam  sips
and chopsticks clutching
greased chicken strips
you play ketchup

but catch only
white-collar stains
and steamed rice grains
on your laptop

in your haste
and compulsive
obsession
to keep pace with
the text-generation

when you could've
been flipping through the
times back in '89

but that would make you
a dinosaur

~ P
(7/27/2013)