Remaining Relative

Remaining Relative

I thumb through a copy of Wired Magazine.

The print is so damn small

my cheaters don’t help.

I know I am not supposed to be here.

-          It’s obvious.

The revolution won’t wait for an old

78

to digitize,

-          Get wise!

Important to be now, fresh, mind the audience.

The position is fate,

revolution the orbit.

I know I am not supposed to be here

-          Absorb it!

I get caught in “The Swarm”, algorithm that moves

birds, and fish, and humans

to the check-out line

at the same time.

My angle’s oblique, at least tongue-in-cheek,

but the patterns were lovely.

Deconstruction is messy.

I know I am not supposed to be here

-          Get over it!

The box on page 6, “Added by Facebook”

grabs my magnifier.

flips a switch to Reader’s Digest,

“Improve your Vocabulary”     only

the definitions are in another language.

Technical is not my forte.

I do not parlez vous PASCAL

much less SWIFT…I’m not.

This is not fodder for common ground,

press on.

“The Angels’ Share”, now there’s a place

to spread a universal cloth

and share a morsel of meaning

without demeaning

Grandmotherly stature

or, raw enthusiasm.

Beyond the Crown Royale, roast beef

and apple pie…

Remaining relative

there ought to be an app for that.