I.
My Facebook, you’re a web of global air,
You, whose pages originate unseen,
are cast forth like a net capturing my care
to connect a far-flung unforeseen
Galicia, Spain, Portugal: a lure
for pilgrims like me and you, who careen
across the posts of our Camino tour,
scrolling and glancing at many a Like.
But posted, photos and videos moor
this viewer only a moment. They spike
an addiction to seeing a cool meal,
the eternal selfie that tries to psych
James Horner to click on ads, the same spiel
destroying, preserving what they deem real.
II.
More friends, wanting to be my friends, a storm
my Facebook replenishes in a surge.
Impossibly happy moments seem the norm.
Is this the end of loneliness? The urge
to follow, to post, to comment all night
lifts me onto Austrian Alps. A splurge
on hiking gear and trainers is my plight.
But wait! There’s More! Yosemite Half-Dome!
Are you serious? You abolish fright
for Tunisians, Egyptians, who roam
and organize this Arab Spring, this stream
of police beat downs and logistics. Home
in on your Facebook cybernation,
the GPS of the Revolution.
III.
Brown pelicans bob on the Atlantic.
Gulping fish lodged in their gullets, they paint
my Facebook. I skim to the Pacific
and Guatemala, Quezal’s home in quaint
cloud forests. Green, blue, and red, Quezals sleep
resplendently. Long green trains show no taint
of being tamed. Their songs, a cooing peep,
praise Mayan Tecún Umán, the fighter,
his spirit-guide. On page right, cruise ships seep
through my reverie as I dither
over eco-tours, birding tours, and boozy
lures of luxury on Dulce River.
You skirt the narco-wars in oozy woods
to let me click on rum and woozy goods.
IV.
If I were a Hollywood movie star,
if I were a newly titled Royal,
if I were a New York Yankees All-Star,
You, my Facebook, would feed all my loyal
listeners a blunt, uncontrollable
Fiat: lock up the A-15s and foil
future Parkland thugs! Inconsolable
“thoughts and prayers “ –cop-outs just not up to speed
when “Born to kill” is undeletable.
Sixteen hundred mass shootings showed no need
to change a law. Just post your grief unbowed.
I fall upon your algorithms. I bleed.
Lift me, a star on TripAdvisor , proud
to rate. I turn away from gunshots, cowed.
V.
Non-compliant without explanation,
I am singing for you no more, Facebook.
Let my verses be my incantation.
Mumbled, random, my unawakened hook:
you me
love life
time day
world heart
now up
Not down, just up, no longer just a schnook.
now up
you me
love life
time day
world heart
Time zones vanish in my heart’s harmonies.
time day
world heart
now up
you me
love life
Melt down all the guns, our world’s tyrannies.
world heart
now up
you me
love life
time day
Vacations, tours, trips are not odysseys.
Day tuns into night, your time just to be.
love life
time day
world heart
now up
you me
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