298/365

what if there was no facebook
moon. what if we couldn’t Tweet.
what if Flickr got sick.
and WordPress undressed.
and LinkedIn ran out
in the street?

what if Foursquare
went somewhere. and mySpace got
the squeeze. what if StumbleUpon
just got up.
and walked on. after Tumblr scraped
its knee?

what if Bebo had not been
sold. and Ning was the next best
thing. what if Blogger didn’t have to make
long-winded longer. and Last.fm
played hymns?

and what if this poem went on.
and on. and no one even cared—
about all the social zombie droids
that click.
and blink.
and stare.

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288/365

please take your handshake and
vacate. and please take your arm
and scram. and please take your stare and go
somewhere. and roll up your sleeves
and leave.

please button your shirt and
skip dessert. and lace up your shoes
and vamoose. put on your hat and giddy-up
scat. and make like a train’s
caboose.

please give a wave and
be on your way. please
blink your good eye
goodbye. and please shake a leg
with intention to vanish. or we’ll ask to have you
banished.

(and no, silly moon)
(this is not about you)

288/365