When did this happen?
Exactly when did this
really happen?
When did I cross that line?
When did a friend of mine
become a brand in my mind?
I lost a dear friend
but gained an associative status
to a celebrity?
I became an enabler
to support my perception.
Am I always upping the story
to keep the buzz going
therefore perceiving myself
as relevant?
I don’t know you any more
but I know of you, well.
I hear what you say
because eventually it gets
back to me.
We don’t talk any more.
I just listen
to what you have to say.
When you are here
I always feel
you are on your way
to someplace else.
I have a sense of audience
in your presence.
You have become
a walking endorsement
for product placements
in my mind.
If you were wearing a mic
or had a small video camera
some where on you,
I now wouldn’t be so surprised.
Our extended conversations
feel like the first five minutes
repeated over and over.
If you carried
several sharpies with you
I could easily imagine why.
Even when it is just
the two of us,
I feel like
we are on a larger stage.
If something of actual meaning
happened to you,
I would expect to read about it
on the web.
My sense of confiding in you
would be like
my graffiti on a billboard.
It would seem to me
that the volume of your voice
is always several decibels
louder than mine
no matter the tone or inflection.
It’s like I am in a reality soap
to an audience
I can’t really picture.
The next time I expect
hear from you,
it will be more like an interview
and if I actually see you,
it will be a matter of time.
My intimacy with you
has been usurped by
places to go and people to see.
Is this a facebook
or a twitter thing?
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