On the Eastside I’m inside licking foam and looking morning in the face through tinted
Mustangs, Chargers, Bears
twenty-somethings, middle agers, working class slow roll by
curling order and pickup lines
GMC trucks, Oregon ducks
somehow they’re all the same
demanding buzz for green bucks
supplying Coffee profit
Arizona Cardinal Addictions objectified in infinite sidewind
Siren windchime calling
Even kind are we, the caffeine majority
following Roberta’s Rules to office cubicles
no fools to Gratitude in this Bean School
Needs Wants Securities
I slide the sleeve and hold the cardboard moment
smiling full beam warmth
Mocha whip cream streams
fill a willing heart space
Mmmm….seems I’m leveling in swirls of cinnamon
Sin I’m in…Again again
streaming like groundhog day
a repeated curse and blessedness
Can’t help but see So much of human kindness
to phones in hands
thoughts kept in, un-worded, synapsis working overtime at nothing really
making thumbstrokes most important
toward the “feel good.”
If not for this technology
we might be gifting Love and touch
Not so much stuff
Subscribing to a lie
that buying gives us more our”true” self
Then as if cued… this shelf elf self, like all the other Zombies
reaches the same pseudo foxtail
peels the terry anklette sock I like to call a phone case
as if a blessed pack of cigarettes
I get another instant fix while swigging coffee Button pound.
“How Can I help you?” rings my precious Siri mogwai.
“Siri, Locate Happiness.”
Predictably she promises and obeys.
“Searching ‘Locate Happiness.'”
“Here’s what I’ve found,”
I scan the hit list and among the three
a watermellon stand not far from Grand.
Garcia’s Family Happiness.
Somehow I understand my Gremlin unreliable
because she’s given someone elses answer to me
in musica and Food City
I button clear and swipe to home screen.
The Siren’s smiling chanting payment aps.
I realize what I asked of Siri is just…
Tapped out Ridiculous!
Really?! (You know you’ve done this silly search thing!)
What could I honestly expect
from fish that swim in coffee and climb trees,
from artificial life form counseling?
I feel my inner compass trembling indecision
I set the ticking tourette’s syndrome blinker
Accelerate the loaner car and merge the 202
Commence in circling
cuz in an hour or two,
I may be thumping mellons and chugging desert heat
Garcia Happy Family fruit stand sampling, somewhere on the Westside
sitting on a corner Watching all the cars go by
somewhere lost in Superstition
drinking iced tea
and trying not to get the cellphone sweaty.