Yourself as a brand
becomes a voice
for a product
that becomes a souvenir.
We all, by that means,
become extensively superficialized
in regard to each other.
If I am a celebrity to you
then you, as audience, imprison me.
For I am held prisoner
by the applause
of your expectations
and the presumptions
of your candid unsaidness.
All of your faces
become masks of persuasion.
You are all accomplices
to the crimes of false fascination
and the collusive contractual binds.
Everyone becomes
their own reality show
strictly for effect.
If I sponsor you with my attention
then the way you serve my needs
is in the forms of valued distraction.
Our consensual reality
becomes a managerial project.
Sharing documentation
becomes a trite form
of intentional flattery.
The intimacy of my world
is best seen through these portals
of posted comments and pictures.
I’m really just a postcard sent your way
from being relevant in your life
but we don’t do that any more,
except for, “wishing you were here”,
inside of wherever I am.
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