at first spring's blush
i inked you to my hands
from dawn to dusk
your every squeak, flashing lights
my screen time, life-
you ate up all my space
chewed pictures, thoughts
and blurted them to friends, foes
anyone - like, love, share
you became bed, pillows
smooching my face
'til i broke up all bonds
misery, my lot-
in social media sea
disconnected
though i'm an octopus
holding 8 gadgets
i float with needy eyes
near, far, nowhere-
Credit: here
Posted for D'verse poets pub - MTB hosted by Frank Hubeny ~ We are tackling irony in our poems. Joins us when the pub opens at 3pm EST.
