"doomscrolling" poems
I slept too long
do not know why
had my coffee at 9am
doomscrolling the news
on assorted media
(inter)national
same difference
did not brighten my mood
the same idiots
spew the same phrases
they voiced one month ago
nothing has changed
and they call it progress
Dec 6, 2023
Dec 6, 2023 at 3:29 PM UTC
The alarm tolls,
On their rude device-
It's time for work
& yet still, despite
the thousand fascets
of one reality
These
middle-aged
Half-life(s),
These Newbrunswickin Chavs
Wouldn't recognize, really,
That Despite
the riddle's answer, Being E;
& that double decade,
One might have over me,
When direct
Questions
go unanswered; The respect
I require
(now unvield)
Shapeshifts,
Off, into the past
Oh, how I become
The Whip
Ruthlessly;
they crack
The Whip
& with
All that I am,
the past, In desperation, I forcefully trick
As the blackness, of my being
Forms a darkness, spilling thick.
Engulfing light- mind's eye's Unseeing,
Consumes oneself, like a candles wick -
Illuminating every route (for fleeing)
For me, the lights still on- homesick.
Forcefully, faithfully; to keep on believing, & even
just to keep the pathway lit- by headlight, sunbeam, or doomscrolling trip-
Understand why might a human being
'S now become The Whip
Apr 14, 2024
Apr 14, 2024 at 7:52 PM UTC
Ruby picked up her phone,
And clicked on Instagram,
She kept scrolling down through everyone's posts,
And for hours her phone was in her hand.
Ruby saw happy couples,
Smiles on every face,
Picture perfect flawless skin,
Food that looked too good to taste.
Luxuries & mansion houses,
Celebs living great lives,
Models eating salad leaves,
Jeans cinched in at their sides.
Ruby went doomscrolling,
Right down through the reels,
Short video after video,
Purposely addictive,
Cause these companies are hungry for the money, like a meal.
Sep 20, 2024
Sep 20, 2024 at 11:03 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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A Disembodied Hand Doomscrolling
on the Wall of Tia Maria’s Barbecue
- not Daniel 5
Tiffany was treatin’ the girls to barbecue
The merry ol’ girls from her bowling league
(Dazzling team colors in pink and blue)
She had made herself captain through cruel intrigue
When suddenly a disembodied hand
Appeared with a smartphone by the restroom door
And keyed strange lines that in flickerings scanned:
“You’ll be sacked this evening - your team’s 0 to 4”
That very night Tiffany’s custom ball was taken
And she cried in her trailer, her heart a-breakin’
Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 11:07 AM UTC