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i sit in a crowded auditorium, but i'm alone
everyone else has got a world of their own
heads all bowed down, thumbs tapping away
on their overpriced tablets and phablets and phones.

a woman's voice plays loudly from speakers
singing 'jingle bells, jingle bells' but no one really hears her
the spirit of christmas feels awfully dead
with everyone distracted by the voices in their heads

i fidget nervously, as i slouch in my seat
tangling my fingers up and tapping my feet
finally found a girl my age, maybe she'd like to talk?
i try to start a conversation, but she's as numb as a rock.

the room is packed with people, but they seem so far away
so i simply stare at the clock as it tick-tocks away
"can't the show start yet?" i inwardly groan
i sit in this auditorium. **god, why am i alone?
Ottar Mar 2014
memorize
by rote,
what you wrote,
take a note to,
                      jog the mind,
                            the mind,
                                a minefield
                             or is it yours?
don't bother
to memorize
anything, anymore,
                                  evermore (there is he raven, again)
                                   evermore,
the world is at
the disposal of
your opposable
thumbs, fabulous phablets,
mephone, myphone and iphone,
costs more time
to memorize,
but what a
surprise when it will
be gone,
as someone will
find out how to pull the plug.
              how to pull the plug,
                                                evermore
                                                 evermore (what is he raven about this
                                                                                                      time?)    
Trust your mind,
until you are too old to
remember when you
started forgetting,
that you never smoked,
but today would be
a good day to smoke a
cigar, and between,
distasteful puffs and the exhaled
cloud, is a fog to the mosquitoes
of spring, you spout scripture,
from the mind - mouth connection,
while expectantly looking up heaven
word for direction, because, still my
beating heart there is faith, in your memory,
not in your fingertips trying to
reach out and under
                       stand,
technology.
now if I could remind myself to memorize more often...aw forget about it.

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