this ain’t art it’s digital mindporn

if you read this
and call me brilliant
for that nanosecond
I stopped writing paperclips
and became instead
lightly curved steel
useful only
in my holding together
the curled sum
of so many pages

you have forgotten

(this is a poem
only because
of the trickle down
language used

in practice

because all that
reaches the page

is piss gone cold


About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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16 Responses to this ain’t art it’s digital mindporn

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    Lightly curved steel can bite too Susan. Sink your teeth into blogflesh. Look into my eyes… I’ll give brilliant and up you a meaningful.

  2. You just can’t help yourself writing well Susan. Try as you might.

  3. Rhonda says:

    You been reading Lewin? haha. Great…as always. xoxo

  4. nelle says:

    Did you hear me laugh? Damn good thing I wasn’t sipping on something right there.

  5. Bruce Ruston says:

    Really liked the ending, luckily I didn’t let my coffee get cold reading it 😀 Sometimes I think about the bad poetry I used to read on blogs – which had the same effect as cutting onions and my eyes burned. And those posts got 50+ likes, then I found something well constructed and powerful slight complicated at time maybe – which got 12 likes of less. No wonder I have burned out a bit and mainly chose silliness over substance other than those rare occasions. 🙂 Oh now my coffees cold – darn 😦

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