You can change your life.
Look, it’s all digital.
Ones and zeroes. Open/close.
The beginning and the end.
People talk and talk.
Munch on those keys.
Rub the screen black
or white or blue as sky.
Dear world, a letter might start.
Music doesn’t really exist.
Love is what you press
on the side of the phone.
Go ahead and touch. Metal
is cold but so what? It’s not like
a dog will live forever.
john mann poems 
Dry cold world! Desiccated souls! That which makes us human has ceased and so the world has
ended. Only the physical husk remains. Prophesy is fulfilled. The task, now, is to help people realize they are dead. One either leaves this zone or “walks.” They need to know they have that option. Too many are walking. They crowd both sides of the road, and,they are whipping themselves. Actually, what I meant to say is “Yet another great poem!” Do you need the “Kind of like.”? That softens the declaration and makes me think you’re treading lightly, there, for some reason.
Hi, Steve. “Kind of like” needs to go–you’re right. It’s “word salad,” as someone I know used to say.
Thanks!
On Thu, Apr 27, 2017 at 11:33 PM, john mann poems wrote:
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