the droid abyss

it's a blizzard
of lights and buzzes
and pocket dialing,
and missed calls,
and screens that
move from left to
right with the soft
touch of a finger.
it's a christmas
tree in the palm
of my hand.
everyone i know
is there, at the
touch of a lit
screen or button.
it's crazy. but i
like it. i like
getting all of
that spam e mail
at my fingertips.
i like walking
around now like
everyone else, in
a zombie state
of mind at the end
of the world,
staring into the droid,
it's dark abyss.