Tupperware
What’s the difference
Between the internet and God
They both control me
and free will is dead
I happened out of bed with a dead phone so I missed
reading all those poems that
usually saturate my feed that
usually seem
prophetic, brimming with superfluous words . . .
words that steam & sizzle like chicken soup. make
you salivate with atypical
empty space
words clawing their way out, yearning to exist , to become
beyond the screen . I am nothing but
a salivating
tupperware
Look,
I can do it too.
Tupperware. Porn filled tupperware is all this is,
and locking your screen is just snapping the lid back on,
the same way you’d do for your leftover lasagna.
Don’t you love short form content like you love your dinner?
FEED!
Oh, how my lid’s become worn,
how my mind’s become worn,
how my eyes have carmelized
with a bloodshot
grey film
& how my plastic coating
has been vaporized by radiation.
Finish writing your song in one go,
said John Lennon, otherwise
it’s two people writing one song, and it’s better to be one person writing one song
but I’m eighteen people writing this one poem, constantly interrupted by my insatiable need to be FED by my FEED
which nourishes me like GOD
because it’s everything in the whole world TOGETHER
in one instant and it’s the hive mind and it’s tupperware filled with so much
porn that
the lid won’t snap on.