By Keith Bartram
Rapidly jerking our lives from place to place,
facing reality with two feet in the grave;
jumping into a ballistic era,
showing a mere part of ourselves
in a cliché of words;
our earphones beating with a hum of
simplicity,
the gentle buzz of a fly,
is what it sounds like,
from across the room
in a doldrum sense of life;
shutting out ourselves from the truth,
and achieving a fake sense of security
is the fad way of life.