rendered during the Fake News Poetry Workshop at Devil's Dyke Network in Brighton, England. Photos of the groupings that begame these poems are available in this Workshop's "Media" collection.
1. Forget THE AUDIENCE
text buzzes & belly-rumbles
could our bodies be recording
devices that receive and share other’s
truths
His behavior on Instagram
Was not far from his
reality
2. WE FLATTEN. HUMAN TOUCH
Being together,
Feeling, acknowledging
And letting it go.
I REFLECT
SOMETHING
BODIES RECEVING
3. I never noticed the tinnitus in my ears
Always checking
Cohesion
and fragments
together
IMAGES
MIRROR IMAGES
Always there to push me back as
I push in equal measure.
4. I have a terrible story about social media
SPIT IT
OUT
lying is easier on the internet
Does your body panic?
5. Contrived
moment
Something weird happened
To TIME
AT THE BACK
OF MY TONGUE
My body is the noise of
Everything I ever liked
Mutating like slime
mould
What if the mirror
Was our own
body?
6. It is not immateralised it
is lost.
ALL I WANT
TO BE
I DO NOT NEED 1000
FOLLOWERS I JUST
NEED MY MOM
Loss when it is not
there, loss when
it is there.
The irony in having
A body now
7. NOT FLAT ENOUGH
it has to be
autonomous
me as productivity machine
programmed by my phone
input+data+body = product (ivity)
The space between
Liberation and entrapment