On You Sleeping With My Girlfriend

Fuck

Electric Powered People

What life do I still hold,
I just woke up in a cube the size of six coffins
stacked two wide, side by side.
Cold fabric walls with pushpins
spelling out rainbow designs and a calendar
I've forgotten to turn in 6 months time.
Email streams endless, power drawn in thick cables
to phone, tower, monitor, but not yet plugged into me.
A cellphone my connection, my salvation, my savior
not Jesus
or a lifejacket
or a woman
or a pen.
Funny ear muffs stream other people’s thoughts and anger and piss.
I learn myself the phonetic alphabet
just so I can talk to your brain dead grandmother,
as I still wait for death panels to cancel service to the elderly.
News tells me I'm lucky, I didn't drift off in a storm
or get shot in a frat party,
or lose my job to outsourcing,
so it's back to my electric powered life.