Poem Post: Bubble Idiot

Bubble Idiot

Bubble Idiot

Some modest satire

By Frederick Alimonti

I’m a bubble idiot.

Headphones glued to ear

I stumble through odd spaces

Your voice I do not hear.

My connections disconnect me

My music shuts you out

I said, I cannot hear you!

So seriously, why shout?

I’m a bubble idiot

I cannot read your face

So just shoot me a text

An emoji will replace

The droop of your neck

The glint in your eye

The curl your lip-

They pass me right by.

I’m a bubble idiot

I walk, my screen in hand

With all my worldly searches,

I just don’t understand

The beauty that surrounds me

The miracles great and small

I overload my senses

And don’t see them at all.

I’m a bubble idiot

I’ll die in it alone

Attached to tubes and wires

And feeling quite at home.